Group Leader Zeng pushed his speed to the limit, dodging two-thirds of the black halos, but the remaining ones exploded on him, dealing a heavy blow.
These halos carried an evil curse, inflicting not only mental attacks but also effects like stiffness, dizziness, and intensified pain.
"Dispel them quickly!" Group Leader Zeng shouted, trying to regroup with his team members and form a defensive formation.
The grand hall seemed to transform into a coliseum, where the Twelve Golden Men became unleashed ferocious beasts, forcing the Conquerors into a chaotic retreat.
"Hmph, does the king not exist in your eyes?" Qin Wangzheng swung the Cosmic Sharp, black light flashing below the steps as dozens of war chariots lined up. With the knights snapping their whips, the heavily armored warhorses began their assault.
Thunderous hoofbeats echoed as the war chariots charged onto the plank bridge, their wheels inlaid with blades spinning wildly to release streaks of wind blades.
