Fang Zhen spurred his horse into a charge. The Red Hare Warhorse shot forward, becoming the sharpest arrowhead of the cavalry as it pierced toward the luxurious carriage in Balenzuo’s army.

Soldiers ahead tried to block his path, but Fang Zhen didn’t even need to lift a finger. The sheer force of the Red Hare Warhorse’s charge sent them flying and trampled them underfoot. The impact was irresistible; the soldiers in his way were knocked aside like bowling pins of flesh and blood.

Carrying an aura of invincibility, Fang Zhen rushed the carriage. Simultaneously, a phantom flickered in his hand as his long spear materialized from thin air.

In just over ten meters, Fang Zhen would reach the luxurious carriage. A single Two-Stage Power Mountain Seal Thrust, amplified by his warhorse’s momentum, would be enough to smash the vehicle in two.

But just then, a black shadow shot out from inside the carriage. It pierced through the carriage wall in an instant, crossing the distance with no discernible delay, lancing toward Fang Zhen like a laser beam.

The black shadow seemed to lack a true physical form. It was so fast that it was impossible to react; by the time you saw it, you were already hit.

About thirty to forty centimeters from Fang Zhen’s body, the object suddenly met powerful resistance.

It was the third stage of Fang Zhen’s Gang Zan Seal: Form-Fitting Defense.

His charge into the enemy formation looked incredibly brave, but it was not without cunning. For such a risky maneuver, he naturally had his personal defenses at maximum, which was why his Form-Fitting Defense had been active the entire time.

When the black shadow struck the invisible defensive field of his Form-Fitting Defense, its speed dropped considerably. However, it still carried immense kinetic energy. Though it had slowed, it merely went from the instantaneous speed of a laser to that of a normal arrow.

With a sound like shattering crystal, the Form-Fitting Defense around Fang Zhen’s body was breached for the very first time.

The invisible force field shattered with the crisp sound of breaking jade, and the black streak of light revealed its true form.

It was a short arrow, no longer than a pencil. It was entirely black and shaped like a strange, dark serpent. It wasn’t perfectly straight, possessing a slight, natural curve.

The tip of the arrow was a long, sharp proboscis. This was what had pierced the Gang Zan Seal’s defense, but the seal had also absorbed the vast majority of its destructive force.

After destroying the Form-Fitting Defense, the bizarre Black Snake Arrow slowed, but it still struck Fang Zhen’s Feiyu Iron Wall Armor like a normal arrow.

Fang Zhen felt a blow to his chest like the strike of a sledgehammer. It was shocking that such a small, bizarre projectile could generate that much force.

However, a white light flashed across his Feiyu Iron Wall Armor, dissipating the abnormal power. Fang Zhen only felt his body jolt, but he suffered no significant harm.

Instead, he reached out with his left hand and plucked the bizarre Black Snake Arrow from the chestplate of his Feiyu Iron Wall Armor.

The Black Snake Arrow was a spent force, its power exhausted, and he caught it easily.

The moment it touched his hand, Fang Zhen sensed it was some sort of Extraordinary Item. He casually stored it in an empty dimensional space within the King’s Belt at his waist.

An ordinary person, faced with such an attack, would have lost their nerve. They would have hesitated and perhaps even turned to flee.

Fang Zhen’s reaction, however, was completely different.

A resolute look filled his eyes. The vicious attack hadn’t unsettled him in the slightest, let alone sparked any fear. On the contrary, he bravely spurred his Red Hare Warhorse once more, accelerating into another charge toward the carriage.

Fang Zhen advanced instead of retreating, a move born from confidence in his own strength and a deeper understanding of the power system in the Nameless World.

After experiencing several trials in the Nameless World, he had developed a more profound understanding of the world’s power levels.

’I refuse to believe the person in that carriage can launch attacks of this intensity one after another.’

’If every one of their attacks were this powerful, they would have conquered this world long ago. Why bother with all the theatrics?’

’That was a burst attack, not their standard one.’

Beyond his confidence, there was also Fang Zhen’s own power.

He deployed his Form-Fitting Defense once more.

The third stage of the Gang Zan Seal was just that formidable. Even if it was broken, as long as he had enough seal power, he could reactivate it at will.

The third-stage Form-Fitting Defense, combined with his Feiyu Iron Wall Armor, was the fundamental source of Fang Zhen’s confidence.

The dozen or so meters vanished in an instant under the Red Hare Horse’s hooves. A few soldiers tried to block Fang Zhen’s path, only to be sent flying. Two others were trampled into a bloody pulp.

Carrying the immense momentum of his charge, Fang Zhen reached the luxurious carriage.

He let out a furious roar as his spear, flashing with white light, shot forward. The force of the Second-stage Power Mountain Seal, combined with his warhorse’s charge, slammed into the opulent carriage.

The carriage, though luxuriously appointed, had also been sturdily built. Yet the compartment, large enough for several people, shattered as if it were made of paper. The immense impact broke it clean in two.

Fang Zhen and the Red Hare Horse smashed straight through the middle of the massive vehicle. The rear section splintered and collapsed, and cries of shock and alarm erupted from within.

A dark figure leaped out, their form flickering mid-air before they landed gracefully like a black butterfly, glaring daggers at Fang Zhen.

"How dare you!"

"You destroyed my favorite carriage and my favorite boy toy."

"I’ll make you pay for my losses!"

A voice rang out, slightly sharp and decidedly androgynous, making it impossible to discern whether the speaker was male or female.