The spiral horn of the wildebeest radiated a chilling aura, even in this hot summer, leaving a thin layer of frost in the air, as if enshrouding these knights in mist.
The bluish spiral horn, the cold iron hooves, were almost upon them, and more importantly, they did not stop...
There was only ten feet left between the two sides.
Six feet, three feet...
Getting closer, the spear in Du Hongyue's hand seemed to be imbued with a hint of coldness, making her hands stiff.
Clang!
When the distance was less than three feet, the foremost cavalryman suddenly raised his long halberd, pointing it forward, its edge sharp and cold.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
The silence was deathly, with only the sound of hoofbeats echoing.
Du Hongyue could clearly feel her back drenched in cold sweat, her forehead icy all over.
Retreat! Or not?
She had envisioned many scenarios of the Lord of Youdu's appearance.
Domineering, heroic, ruthless...
