Rumble——
The cliffs of Jianzhao Valley trembled under the residual force of Zhiyu's twin palms, as the heavy rain swept down with rubble.
Amidst the panicked voices of the Yunshan soldiers, they hurriedly tugged at the reins and fled from this place of trouble.
Nevertheless, quite a few cavalrymen either fell from the heights with the falling rocks or were struck by the scattered rubble or cavalrymen, their screams echoing continuously.
Jianzhao Valley is essentially a ravine, and in military terms, its elevated terrain makes it a prime spot for an ambush.
However, for a Martial Saint, such a place loses the meaning of an ambush entirely.
Just like the scene happening before their eyes, a single punch from a Martial Saint was enough to cause the cliff to collapse, rendering the advantage of the high-ground soldiers meaningless.
Furthermore, the narrow terrain of Jianzhao Valley meant that a massive army couldn't spread out.
