Winter was approaching.
On the battlefield, a bleak wind whistled. Clad in Profound Black Battle Armor and wearing cold, terrifying ghost masks, the Northern Garrison Cavalry wielded their Black Long-Handled Sabers and charged the dense ranks of the Demon Race army.
They were like a sharp dagger, plunging straight into the belly of the Demon Race army.
The entire battlefield was saturated with the grim, murderous aura of clashing steel and warhorses.
The Northern Garrison Cavalry was superbly equipped. Each soldier had three superior warhorses and carried a variety of weapons. Their Dragon-Scale Horses were even fitted with Heavy Armor, allowing the cavalry to advance unstoppably and switch tactics with fluid ease.
Even a Demon King would be hard-pressed when facing a cavalry unit composed of such elite Martial Artists.
"ROAR!"
A hyena Demon King let out a sudden, thunderous roar. The dull sound was powerful enough to shatter the gravel on the ground.
