Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
On the Youzhou mission, the leader of the squad was undoubtedly the most seasoned and most capable of the soldiers, far above the rest in both experience and strength. All of the others were extremely confident in him. But to their surprise, with one strike, their leader had been heavily injured without even the opportunity to dodge.
In a flash, everyone turned their heads to the other side.
Gallop!
Hooves thudded against the ground, the sound several times heavier than before. As the wind gusted past, two points of red light appeared in the darkness. Soon, a horseman that was much taller than an ordinary man slowly emerged from the night.
He wore armor completely different from the rest of the Youzhou army, and he exuded an intimidating pressure that made him into a fearful existence in the night.
But the most disconcerting fact was that none of them could sense the energy of a normal person from this horseman.
Yes!
Whether one was an ordinary human, a part of the Youzhou cavalry, one of Wang Chong's men, an Arab, or a Turk, so long as one was a living creature, they would all share the same kind of energy, but this creature was different.
When they all looked at him, they instinctively classified him differently from the other Youzhou cavalry, not as a simple matter of race, status, or martial art. It was a difference that had its basis in life itself.
"The Yeluohe! It's the Yeluohe!"
(TN: Historically, the Yeluohe were an elite force set up by An Lushan. In Turkic, Yeluohe means 'the brave'.)
Before Wang Chong's ten-some soldiers could take action, the Youzhou elites who had been fiercely pursuing this entire time suddenly began to rapidly scatter in alarm, like mice encountering a cat.
This was the first time in this long pursuit that they had appeared so terrified.
Gallop!
The earth shuddered even more as more thudding horse hooves sounded in the darkness.
Behind that strange horseman, more and more horsemen wearing the same kind of armor appeared like ghosts.
All of these horsemen were equipped with the same
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