The cavalry, like a long serpent, had Yan Beifei at its forefront. When they reached the drawbridge at the city gate, they did not stop at all.
The figure in red robes and golden armor at the front simply swung a striking azure sword light.
The sword light expanded with the wind, stretching for several miles.
It severed the suspension cables, shattered the city gate, and extended forward straight ahead. The formation of the Seven Fiends Army behind the gate was swept by this sword light, and hundreds fell simultaneously.
In an instant, the mournful cries and screams erupted like the wailing of ghosts and wolves.
The soldiers had no trace of fighting spirit left.
As the sword light landed, a streak of frost-white splashed open like water waves.
