Lando Feng was almost knocked off his saddle by these wild horses at a critical moment, quickly turning his horse's head and running in the direction of the fleeing group to chase after the kid he had just fought with.
The thieves behind Lando Feng lacked his strength and luck.
In the previous moment, Ata switched his long-handled horse blade from his right hand to his left, using his still slightly numb right hand to control the horse under his seat and charged into the midst of the thieves.
Amidst the increasingly wild and rampant sandstorm, everyone around looked like blurry silhouettes.
The leaders behind Lando Feng only saw a gloomy yellow around them;
Amidst the shouts of the people and the thundering of hooves hitting the ground, Ata's figure reappeared;
The targets he locked onto were almost cut down under his horse as he galloped past.
Ata rushed forward, not encountering any worthy opponents.
The agonizing screams of thieves falling off their horses, the mournful cries crushed by the trampling herd of horses, accompanied by the swirling sounds of the sand, merged into an eerie chant.
The blood splattered by the enemies dyed his white robe bright red, yet it did not slow down his speed in the slightest.
He charged all the way until he encountered a certain chief, facing a small obstacle.
The chief's spear kept him guarded without any gaps;
Ata's full force blow only left a small scar on the chief's horse's head.
Startled by the chief's mount being frightened, and the charging herd of horses in front of them, he almost fell off his horse.
Taken aback, the chief made a cold-blooded decision, leaping onto another horse, kicking off its previous rider, one of his trusted subordinates;
Then, the chief turned back to pursue Ata, leaving the man to be crushed by the herd.
Lando Feng chased from afar, roaring:
‘Brothers, it’s just one man, stop him!’
In fact, the thieves who had brushed past Ata knew this fact, but intercepting this man was not an easy task.
His agile footwork, mysterious swordsmanship, and impeccable horse riding skills;
Combined with the frenzy of the wild horses behind him, and this cursed sandstorm weather, the thieves turned into souls under his blade before they could even get close to him.
Ata had plunged deep into the enemy's heart, and the number of dead thieves was on the rise.
The thieves in the rear of the thief army, unaware of the situation ahead, due to the wind, Lando Feng's warning had become faint in their ears;
They thought it was a regular army from some force coming to attack, and were all terrified.
When Ata led the herd of horses to their location, someone shouted:
‘Run! Brothers, save yourselves!’
This ragtag bunch was most susceptible to the incitement to escape for their lives.
Whoever started it first, after that shout, one by one, the thieves turned their horses around and fled in all directions.
Ata laughed heartily, pretending to chase for a while, until the fleeing group would definitely not dare to turn back, then he turned back his horse and rode towards Lando Feng and the others once again.
Rolling dark clouds had taken over the afternoon sky, turning daylight into night, a lightning bolt flashed in the distant sky;
Amidst the thunder, Ata laughed madly, charging once again towards the disarrayed enemy forces.
The two-hour-long slaughter had already pushed his physical limits, but the surging heat of excitement and the bloodthirsty desire still kept him sharp and alert;
Those azure eyes, shining like the most precious gems of a devil amidst blood.
As the deafening thunder approached, the torrential rain poured madly onto the earth, washing away the swirling sand in abandon.
The thieves finally got a clear view of their enemy, who appeared to be just a young man in his twenties;
But from the distance, the thieves couldn't discern his true face;
Yet the fierce and brutal aura emanating from him made even these seasoned murderers shudder in fear.
Most chilling was that his clothing was completely dyed red with blood, unable to be cleansed even by the rain.
Riding a white horse, he led countless fierce horses, charging towards them in the pouring rain once more.
The thieves, a large marauding army, were reduced to just over four hundred men;
The vast difference in numbers, combined with the littered bodies mangled beyond recognition, slowly filled them with dread.
Those who had not escaped by this moment were Lan Dao Feng and his most loyal, formidable warriors;
This group of fierce thieves, spurred on by their leader's shout, reorganized their formation.
Watching Lan Dao Feng roar like a wild beast, Ataha burst into a maniacal laugh. Without a pause, his white horse surged towards the target once more.
The herd of horses behind him charged down, running and falling, leaving only around three to four hundred remaining;
But to deal with the remaining thieves, it was more than enough.
Ataha and Lan Dao Feng crossed paths again.
He was preparing to dodge as usual, then eliminate the remaining men under the enemy's command;
However, he underestimated the opponent's determination to go down fighting;
Just as they were about to pass each other, Lan Dao Feng suddenly roared, leaping off his horse towards Ataha.
Seeing the massive axe in Lan Dao Feng's hands drawing closer, Ataha was startled;
He had experienced the opponent's astonishing strength earlier, not daring to confront its edge directly.
Without thinking, he flipped off his horse and clamped tightly onto its belly with his feet;
But even so, Lan Dao Feng's attack was too fierce;
As the two passed each other in mid-air, the huge axe still managed to leave a long gash on Ataha's right arm.
Ataha groaned softly, clutching the wound tightly.
He saw Botas fall to the ground, still glaring fiercely at him, a chilling gleam flashing through his eyes.
Watching the enemy trampled by the stampeding horses, he sighed inwardly:
Would such a villain really meet his end like this? It seemed like such a waste.
He exerted his legs, mounted his horse again, tore off his left sleeve, and tightly bandaged the wound on his right arm.
Faced with Lan Dao Feng's loyal followers, who saw their master fall and went berserk like their lord, leaping off their horses towards Ataha.
Unfortunately, their strength was far from matching their leader's; they were all swiftly dispatched by Ataha afterward.
Ataha reined in his wild white horse and watched as the horses that had fought alongside him all afternoon swiftly galloped past him, racing towards the distance.
Turning around, he wiped the rainwater off his face, moving slowly towards Lan Dao Feng;
Ataha found the latter lying motionless on the ground, staring straight at him, evidently still breathing.
For such a resilient opponent who was as tough as nails, he didn't say much more, just raised his weapon, ready to aim for the heart and strike with force!
On the distant hilltop, Mousha let the downpour soak her whole body. Amidst the flashing lightning and thunder, she stood silently for a long time, finally making up her mind to go down and take a look no matter what.
Carefully descending the slope, passing through the coniferous forest, to the edge of what had once been a small town, she was stunned by the sight of the ruins before her.
Almost all the houses had collapsed, and the ground was littered with the bodies of thieves, each one in a ghastly state; the rainwater on the ground had all been dyed blood-red, emitting a faintly bloody scent.
At that moment, in another corner of the ruins, Atta was taunting the barely alive Rando Fong; his already drenched and disheveled hair lightly swaying across his forehead.
Just as he dismounted to take further action, the almost out-of-breath Rando Fong suddenly flashed his eyes, roared, and sprung up.
The massive axe in Rando Fong's hand drew a strange arc in the raindrops, aiming straight for Atta's forehead.
A look of horror flashed in Atta's eyes as he quickly sidestepped to narrowly avoid it; luckily, his reflexes were sharp, and the axe did not truly harm him, but it did slice off a small piece of his deep blue hair.
Atta was about to counterattack when Rando Fong's second strike was already on its way, faster than the first.
He exclaimed inwardly: Rando Fong was indeed a notorious thief; he did not fake stopping breathing; if he had pretended to stop breathing entirely, Atta would have been more cautious about whether he was playing dead. But displaying a look of being heavily injured, Atta no longer harbored any suspicion and completely let down his guard...
With a swift step in place, Atta retreated straight back; however, Rando Fong's huge axe was shadowing him, following a streak of lightning across the night sky, leaving a deep gash on Atta's left chest, from which a stream of bright red liquid gushed out wildly.
The pain in his body and the life-threatening crisis oddly made Atta completely calm; he silently watched his opponent, looking for any possible vulnerabilities.
His backward retreat speed was astonishing, but Rando Fong was diving down with such momentum, sticking close to Atta, not giving him any chance to break free.
With a loud roar, the third axe was wildly swinging towards Atta.
The consecutive three strikes - this one was even more formidable in its momentum and swiftness than the previous two.
Atta knew he could not retreat further; retreating again would result in being split in two by the massive axe.
He simply fell straight back, and the axe narrowly passed above his eyelids and left another gash on his left chest.
Just as Rando Fong was about to go all out to kill Atta, a small rock suddenly flew in from a distance.
As Rando Fong had all his attention focused on the attack, he naturally didn't pay much heed to external attacks or unexpected events.
Even when he discovered the incoming rock at the critical moment when he was about to be hit, it was already too late to dodge.
