Looking at the charging Barbarian Warriors, Ye Zhan was first stunned, then couldn't help but smile:
"As expected of the Hegemonic Power of the Black Soil Plain. Setting aside other things, their courage is certainly full. They dare to charge forward without even knowing our numbers. I don't know if I should call them confident or arrogant!"
"If we win, it's confidence; if we lose, it's arrogance. The Clan Leader has a saying I really like: only the victor has the right to explain everything." The sturdy man beside him had burning eyes, watching the rapidly approaching Barbarian Warriors, feeling his entire body's blood boil.
"Well said."
Ye Zhan nodded slightly, then urged his horse forward, slightly raising his Spear:
"Heavy Cavalry, charge with me!"
"Kill!!!"
The three thousand men in front let out a roar and charged on horseback, following behind Ye Zhan.
Though only three thousand strong, they seemed like a hundred thousand, their aura immense, pressing towards the enemy like a black tidal wave.
The two valiant cavalry forces soon met.
"This cavalry force seems a bit off..."
As the two armies closed in, the youth at the front, looking at the dark armor on the opposing cavalry and feeling their terrifying aura, felt a sudden jolt in his heart, sensing something was wrong.
However, at this moment, the distance between them was only a few hundred paces. For cavalry, this distance was but a blink of an eye; any action would be too late.
"Die!!!"
Ye Zhan roared, thrusting his Spear forward. The vast Vitality within him instantly erupted, transferring to the Spear, and then transforming into a blood-red dragon that flew out.
The Fourth-Order Barbarian Warrior blocking the front didn't even have time to react before his upper body was devoured by the blood-red dragon.
"Agula!"
Seeing their strongest expert easily killed, the Barbarian Warriors were utterly shocked, their eyes filled with terror.
However, their fear had only just begun.
Among those of the same order, only Heavy Cavalry could clash head-on with Heavy Cavalry.
The Heavy Cavalry, meticulously crafted by Su Xingyu, was undoubtedly the strongest in the Night Tribe.
Before colliding with the enemy, they raised their Spears.
Bang bang bang!
Without any surprise, like bulldozers plowing through a wheat field, all the cavalry blocking the Heavy Cavalry were either impaled or knocked to the ground, then trampled into bloody mud by the horses' hooves.
The valiant Barbarian Warriors lived up to their title as overlords of the Black Soil; they were not intimidated by this scene. Even as death approached, they swung their Long Sabers forward at the last moment of their lives, wanting to take their enemies with them.
However, to their despair, their invincible Long Sabers struck the enemies' bodies, only producing sparks and failing to even break their defenses.
"How is this possible!!! How could the Red River Alliance have such powerful cavalry? I don't believe it..." The youth, seeing the Barbarian Warriors around him fall one by one, felt both shocked and terrified.
"Heavy Cavalry, this is Heavy Cavalry! How can such a monstrous unit appear in the Barren Lands? Where did they get so much iron?" The middle-aged man beside him had a pale face, filled with despair.
"Sacrifice their heads to the Monarch!!!"
Discarding his Spear and grabbing the Long Saber from his horse, Ye Zhan, with an invincible demeanor, began a slaughter within the enemy formation.
With every swing of his saber, multiple enemies fell.
After bursting forth and killing the only Fourth-Order Warrior on the Barbarian side, the enemy had no one who could withstand even a single move from Ye Zhan.
At the beginning of the battle, the scales of victory had already tipped in favor of the Night Tribe, with no possibility of a comeback. The battlefield had entered the "garbage time."
It was no wonder, as Ye Zhan led the Night Tribe's strongest Elite Legion, whose strength, equipment, and Fighting Will were all top-tier.
With the advantage of the first strike, it was not surprising that they routed the Barbarian cavalry.
After Ye Zhan led the Heavy Cavalry through the Barbarian cavalry, the cavalry forces behind them followed suit and joined the War.
An hour later, this war, which had no suspense, came to an immediate end.
Over two thousand enemies were slain, and nearly six thousand were captured, while their own side suffered less than a hundred casualties. Undoubtedly, it was a glorious victory.
The moment the War ended, the sky suddenly darkened, and dark clouds obscured the Sun. A colossal divine silhouette, too bright to look at directly, appeared, then transformed into countless drops of rain and dew, descending and integrating into all the Night Tribe Warriors.
The wounds of the injured Soldiers healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Nearly a thousand people completed a breakthrough on the spot, entering a new realm. Although the remaining Soldiers did not break through, they also felt their cultivation progress take a significant leap forward.
While these things made the Night Tribe Warriors very excited, what made them even happier were the two words that appeared in their minds as the rain and dew merged into their bodies:
"Not bad!"
The divine voice was ethereal, devoid of any emotion.
Despite this, it made the Soldiers present incredibly excited, wishing they could immediately charge to the Barbarian Tribe and sacrifice all the Barbarians to the Gods.
"Our Lord is Eternal!!!"
"Our Lord is Eternal!!!"
"Our Lord is Eternal!!!"
Looking at the Night Tribe Warriors, whose eyes were fanatical and their demeanor like madmen, the captured Barbarians felt genuine Fear and subconsciously swallowed.
Among them, the reaction of the thin middle-aged man was particularly exaggerated. Gazing at the world that had regained its brightness, disbelief filled his eyes:
"Gods? How can there be Gods in this Barren Land? What in the world is going on???"
Suppressing the excitement in his heart, Ye Zhan instructed his Adjutant, "Take all these prisoners back to the Black Soil Stronghold. The Clan Leader should be arriving soon. Everyone, don't let your guard down. If nothing unexpected happens, it will be our turn to attack the Barbarian Tribe next."
"Fight! Fight! Fight!"
The Officers and Soldiers had soaring morale.
Originally, they had some reservations, as after all, the Barbarians had dominated the Black Soil Plain for a long time and held considerable prestige.
After fighting one battle,
So this is the strength of the Barbarian Tribe that dominated the Black Soil Plain?
Nothing special. I will take down the Barbarian Tribe and offer it to my God!
"Screech—"
As a sharp cry echoed from the distance, a gust of strong wind swept over, and a magnificent Giant Eagle slowly landed. Its Sharp Claws and feathers were still stained with Blood.
Seeing this, the Barbarian Warriors' eyes dimmed further. They had initially hoped that their Tribe would send troops to rescue them after learning of their defeat, but now it seemed that hope was gone.
"Ye Sixteen, go find the generals among the Barbarian prisoners. The Clan Leader might have a use for them later," Ye Zhan instructed the man beside him.
"Aren't we just going to lock them up?" Ye Sixteen asked, confused.
"We need to question them for intelligence before locking them up. Although we've investigated the Barbarian Tribe's situation, it was only a basic understanding. We haven't grasped the specifics yet. Attacking rashly like this is not a good idea," Ye Zhan glanced at him and patiently explained.
"Okay, leave it to me." Ye Sixteen nodded, seemingly understanding but not entirely.
"Go ahead."
Ye Zhan sighed softly and waved his hand. He suddenly understood the feelings of the Elders when they spoke to him.
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