Chapter 1084: First Volume_Chapter 1084 Witnessing True Despair

First Volume_Chapter 1084 Witnessing True Despair

Wu Heli dragged the severely wounded Chen Yanzong backward, his gaze heavier than ever before.

The gap is too great! Too great!

A rabble attacking the most elite heavy cavalry under Heaven is simply suicide.

Eight hundred comrades, more than half dead or wounded, yet not a single black rider has been killed.

Those fifty black riders huddled together, their defensive line as impregnable as a fortress, utterly unshakable, and their coordination could be described as "flawless synergy."

Even though each black rider is extremely hard to defeat, whenever one is attacked, the others instantly come to his aid.

At that moment, Chang Cheng and Lei Meng had already led a squad of Dead Soldiers charging toward the black riders' rear wagon.

Inside the wagon were Niu Er and his mother—the key to Qin Feng's mission.

If they could capture this mother-son pair as hostages, they could use them to coerce Qin Feng.

But a bizarre scene unfolded: the dozen or so black riders at the rear raised their Bow and Arrow, aiming at the attackers rushing toward the wagon, yet held their fire.

Only when the enemies drew within Ten Steps of the convoy, fully exposed before the black riders, did a dozen arrows fly—each shot found its mark.

Though only seven were killed outright, the others either blocked the arrows with their Shields or were struck in non-vital areas, retaining their Combat Effectiveness, yet the black riders' Ranged Attack skill had sent chills down Wu Heli's spine.

Lei Meng, braving the black riders' pinpoint accuracy, forced his way onto the wagon under the cover of his comrades.

But when he kicked open the wagon door, he was stunned to find inside a black rider clad in Heavy Armor…

"What?!"

Before Lei Meng could react, the cold killing intent in the black rider's eyes sent a shiver through his entire body.

Instantly, the black rider lunged forward, his relatively short Halberd Shaft piercing straight through Lei Meng's abdomen, impaling him and hurling him off the wagon.

"Ahh!!!"

Lei Meng's scream echoed across the Battlefield.

Under Wu Heli's stunned gaze, the black rider displayed a level of professional lethality—without the slightest hesitation, the moment Lei Meng fell, he drew a short knife from his lower back and swung it straight at Lei Meng's head.

Lei Meng twisted his head aside—the knife buried itself into his shoulder, spraying blood five Steps away.

Realizing the wagon was merely a decoy and that Niu Er and his mother had already been secretly relocated, Chang Cheng turned pale with shock.

Watching Lei Meng, barely clinging to life, he screamed at the top of his lungs: "Elder Third, hold on!"

Chang Cheng charged forward, shielding himself with his Great Shield, but… the shield collided with the black rider's Heavy Armor—and Chang Cheng was flung backward by the impact.

Several Dead Soldiers nearby rushed to aid him, only to be picked off one by one with arrows from the other black riders.

By the time Wu Heli arrived with his Great Shield, covering Chang Cheng, he watched helplessly as the black rider severed Lei Meng's head with a single stroke.

"Lei Meng!"

"Elder Third!"

"Damn it, retreat!"

Wu Heli no longer hesitated—his forces were utterly incapable of fighting against such an extreme killing machine; they had planned to strike by surprise, yet were crushed without any chance to retaliate.

Now, preserve whatever strength remains.

Retreat is the wisest choice—if they continued fighting, they would be annihilated entirely.

At Wu Heli's command, the remaining comrades scattered without looking back, their morale shattered, their hearts filled only with terror.

Dozens of comrades rushed forward to cover Wu Heli's retreat, when suddenly, Wu Heli seemed to hear a voice, calm and detached.

"That man looks like their leader—bring me his head."

An unprecedented chill spread through his entire body.

Wu Heli turned his head—and met Qin Feng's gaze. In that instant, the casual, dismissive look—barely acknowledging the brutal battle—was seared into Wu Heli's soul.

His desperate, life-or-death struggle appeared absurd in Qin Feng's eyes.

Is this the terror of the First Marquis Under Heaven?!

Under Wu Heli's stunned gaze, a Zhonglang Jiang rode toward him—it was Zhao Yuxiong, Qin Feng's bodyguard.

Dozen-plus comrades raised their Shields, forming a human wall to block Zhao Yuxiong.

But Zhao Yuxiong's expression never changed—he simply held the Reins and charged forward on his armored Warhorse, smashing straight through the human wall.

The terrifying momentum of the horse crushed one comrade to death on the spot and sent another flying through the air.

The fearless human wall was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

Zhao Yuxiong rode straight through—when enemies rushed toward him, he suddenly yanked the Reins, bringing his Warhorse to a halt. Only then did the others realize: Zhao Yuxiong's Weapon was not a Warhorse Spear… but a Halberd Shaft!

Though shorter, the Halberd Shaft excels in close combat.

Zhao Yuxiong gripped the Halberd Shaft with both hands and swung it sideways—the heavy shaft struck a comrade, and a crack echoed.

What snapped was not the Halberd Shaft—but the comrade's spine.

The black riders' Warhorse Spears and Halberd Shafts each cost as much as five or six ordinary Long Weapons—exquisitely crafted; the shaft's resilience was beyond comprehension, nothing like the firewood sticks Wu Heli and his men wielded.

Zhao Yuxiong killed one, pulled back the Halberd Shaft, then thrust forward again—another comrade died instantly.

Before the remaining enemies could react, the other black riders unleashed arrows from behind, killing them all on the spot.

Watching Wu Heli and his men flee into the distance, Zhao Yuxiong drew his Bow and Arrow and fired three shots.

Paa! Paa! Paa!

The scattered arrows struck Wu Heli.

One pierced his left shoulder, one bounced off his armor, and another hit his Great Shield.

Wu Heli knew he'd been hit, but dared not pause—he gritted his teeth and kept running.

Fifty Steps ahead lay the forest—if he could reach it, the black riders couldn't pursue, and he'd escape alive.

Wu Heli glanced back at Zhao Yuxiong—and his forehead instantly flooded with cold sweat.

Zhao Yuxiong… was carrying two bows!

Under Wu Heli's terrified gaze, Zhao Yuxiong set down his horsebow, drew the Shangli Hard Bow, nocked a penetrating arrow, and aimed at Wu Heli.

"Where can you run to!"

He released his grip—the penetrating arrow shot forth. Wu Heli had anticipated it, ducking low to block with the shield on his back, only to find the arrow soaring over his head and killing the comrade ahead.

Watching the comrade collapse, arrow buried in his back, Wu Heli stared blankly.

Chang Cheng grabbed Wu Heli's arm and roared: "Big brother, snap out of it—run!"

Zhao Yuxiong watched the enemy bandits vanish into the woods and made no pursuit; Heavy Cavalry could not operate within the forest.

He turned away coldly and returned to Qin Feng's side.

"Qin brother, they escaped."

Qin Feng paid it no mind, waving his hand: "Let them run. Never chase a desperate foe."