"They knew it would be suicidal but still chose to play the hero. Their courage is somewhat admirable but how dare a puny Ye Clan go against our Nanman Kingdom cavalry? They don't want their lives!" Wei Guyan snorted in derision. With a wave of his right hand, a few messenger soldiers waved huge flags in their hands and the battle horn resounded in the air.
Two hundred thousand horsemen, split into eight teams, swarmed toward Ye Zhantian and the others from every direction.
The cavalry was made up of the elites of the Nanman Kingdom. Even the most basic horsemen were at least Fifth Level and above. Some of the captains and centurions were of Sixth Level, Seventh Level or even Eighth Level. The lieutenants were Ninth Level combatants. The armor on their bodies was made from Dark Xuan-iron, which was unmistakably strong. Unless Ye Zhantian and his men had a large number of Tier One spirit artifact weapons, it would be impossible to cut into these armors.