Swoosh swoosh!
The shattered spearhead fragmented into dozens of 'flying shards', shooting towards the light cavalry unit like flying knives, accompanied by a series of piercing sounds and over a dozen screams.
Plop!
Plop!
Over a dozen cavalrymen fell to the ground.
The leader was even struck so hard that he spat blood and was flung back several dozen yards off his horse, crashing heavily onto the ground, rolling over a dozen times before he barely managed to stop his momentum.
Staggering to get up, he found it difficult to muster strength in his limbs, and involuntarily looked at Ding Ling's direction, both shocked and terrified:
"You, you, who exactly are you?!"
He was so frightened, with his heart in trepidation, that he stammered and couldn't utter a complete sentence.
Ding Ling did not reply, merely glanced at the Cavalry General and said calmly:
"Who are you, then, to attack me without reason?"
