บท 1087: Three Divisions of Cavalry on the March

At the black-clothed girl's gaze, He Ming suddenly calmed down. He was so relieved that he even smiled.

But his right hand was still raised in the air, ready at any time to clench into a fist and order the two thousand black-armored heavy cavalry to attack.

The girl moved her gaze to the still-disorderly cavalry. She seemed to think of something, her brows knitting together.

In a gust of wind, she vanished.

The rest of the wind once more took up the dust rising from Mount Mo and sent it drifting toward the cavalry.

The dust was scattered in the wind, making no shape or form.

Countless milky white rays of light suddenly pierced out, making the dust seem like white gauze.

These rays of divine Qi came from the bows and arrows in the hands of the cavalry.

It was not the divine ballistae concealed in the middle of the cavalry that was their most frightening weapon, but these Sacred Light arrows.

Had the black-clothed girl sensed the Sacred Light arrows and chosen to retreat?