454: Chapter 454 Grenade Airburst!

Wei Zheng directed his subordinates to securely fasten Grenades onto their arrows.

Once his men had carefully ignited the fuses, Wei Zheng shouted a sharp command: "Fire!"

In an instant, the bowstrings vibrated in unison.

The arrows, with Grenades attached, streaked toward the Shule Tribe's knights like shooting stars released from a bow, whistling through the air.

The Grenades spun rapidly in the air, sparks flickering on the fuses.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A series of deafening explosions rang out.

The Grenades exploded in mid-air, and the powerful shockwaves radiated outward from the center of the explosions like surging circular waves.

The shrapnel from the explosions sprayed in all directions at a staggering speed, covering the sky and the earth.

These pieces of shrapnel easily pierced through the bodies of the Shule Tribe's knights.

Under the overwhelming impact of the explosions, the knights and their horses were thrown high into the air as if by an invisible, immensely powerful hand. They tumbled helplessly in mid-air, accompanied by shrill screams and the desperate neighing of horses, before crashing heavily onto the hard ground.

Craters of varying depths and shapes were smashed into the ground.

Crimson blood quickly spread around the craters, gradually staining the land a shocking dark red.

The knights who had been tossed into the air showed no signs of life upon landing; their bodies were twisted beyond recognition, and some even had severed limbs. The scene was a bloody mess, too gruesome to behold, like a living hell.

The sudden explosions, like a bolt from the blue, left the people of the Shule Tribe momentarily stunned.

"They actually had this trick hidden up their sleeve!"

Great Elder Niao Rong gritted his teeth in fury, the muscles on his face twisting and contorting with extreme rage, making him look like a ferocious beast.

He clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white, and the veins on his joints bulged out.

Wei Zheng's move was like a sudden heavy punch that caught them completely off guard, instantly turning the tide of a situation where they had previously held the advantage.

"Good, just like that! Continue!"

Wei Zheng shouted loudly, his voice filled with uncontrollable excitement.

He continued to direct his men, relentlessly striking the Shule Tribe's offensive with this devastating Airburst method.

Wei Zheng had been intentionally holding back, keeping the lethal trump card of Grenades hidden.

He knew in his heart that the most powerful weapons must always be saved for the most critical and desperate moments to achieve their maximum effect.

At this moment, after a long period of intense and brutal fighting, the morale of the Shule Tribe's cavalry had dropped to its lowest point, like thin ice that would shatter at a touch.

Although Great Elder Niao Rong had exerted immense effort to barely raise their morale, the last shred of courage within the Shule Tribe's cavalry was completely shattered and vanished without a trace in the face of the terrifying power of the Grenade Airbursts.

The cavalrymen of the Shule Tribe were pale with fright, their eyes filled with deep terror.

They no longer dared to take even a single step forward.

Wei Zheng finally breathed a slight sigh of relief.

However, just when he thought the situation was about to stabilize and victory was in sight, another sudden change occurred.

From afar came a dull and shocking sound of galloping hooves; at first, it was like faint, muffled thunder, but as it approached, the sound grew louder and clearer.