Even the galloping warhorses could not escape this terrifying fate.
They neighed, front hooves raised high, but were instantly encased in ice, frozen in place, becoming lifelike sculptures.
Shi Feiyang stood in the center of this world, with both palms ferociously moving, faster than lightning, leaving spectators dazzled.
At this moment, his hands were like two invincible Celestial Frost Blades, emanating a cold aura, slicing through the air with a whistling sound.
Where the palm wind reached, the air seemed to be cut by invisible blades, producing a "hissing" sound, groaning in torment.
He danced in mid-air with his palms, and every swing kicked up a fierce gust, like sharp sickles, instantly slashing countless Mongolian Cavalry.
The Mongolian Cavalry hit were torn apart like broken dolls, limbs flying everywhere.
