Chapter 504: Ipwang War (4)
The battlefield was quite literally a sea of corpses and blood.
Between the piled bodies of men and horses, which formed a shallow valley, dark red blood trickled down, seeping into the ground.
The lingering aftermath of sound-based martial arts.
The stench of the slain heretical martial artists thickened, mixing with the dry winter sunlight that cast a pale glow over the faces of the dead. In death, they looked almost transparent.
Click.
The heavy sound of hooves. The sole surviving commander of Greenwood Cavalry, crossing over Jeong Yeon-shin and Ak Su-rim, slightly turned his horse's head.
Then, tilting his head just a bit to the side, he looked down at Jeong Yeon-shin at an angle.
"Where in the world is there such a thing as this?"
The Taebaek King, the Lord of Steel Rivers, began speaking slowly. His voice was low, carrying a strangely relaxed yet nonchalant tone.
"You wouldn't know. The sheer amount of time, effort, and resources that go into assembling a cavalry force of this scale is beyond comprehension. At the very least, a single melody from a blade shouldn't be enough to shatter it."
He spoke.
Indeed, at this very moment, the southern battlefield near the front gate of Ipwang Fortress was eerily silent.