C296 Yan Yun Xuan Armored Cavalry(4)

The pungent stench of blood permeated the commander's tent, where Lord Ye, once hailed as the greatest in the world, now presented the epitome of disarray. He had been impaled by eighteen spears, each one piercing through his flesh without exception.

The eighteen suits of armor had appeared but for a fleeting moment.

In that brief instant, the iron-clad guard's spear had penetrated his limbs