The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth.

Like waves, the spatial folds rapidly advanced towards the charging cavalry, tearing apart any orcs that passed in their path, their remains ripped apart by the power of space!

"Get out of here!" Badr's pupils shrank. He was about to curse. How could a mere fourth-tier centaur and his people withstand a fifth-tier spatial skill?
"Retreat!" Unlike the orderly retreat of the centaurs, the heavy cavalry scattered and fled, after all, they were not a knightly order and did not have the centaurs' life-sharing divine skill.

"Go!" Lavian quickly turned his horse around, and the fifteen Cross Bauhinia Knights followed their commander's lead, galloping away.

The spatial fluctuations, though seemingly slow, actually occurred in the blink of an eye. A layer of space, crumpled like waste paper, caught up with the slowest-running orc at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Ah—" The shrill scream was cut short before it could be uttered, leaving only a pile of crushed limbs behind!
This is the basic way that spatial power kills enemies: by distorting spatial anchor points and dimensions to affect the state of reality. If you are hit by it, your internal organs may be kneaded into your brain in a higher dimension, and your arms may be kneaded into your stomach... Therefore, in addition to its extreme sharpness, spatial power also has a terrifying ability to distort!

Silent is the attack method of the Spatial Rift Slash. As the spatial distortion and fluctuation sweeps across the area, it becomes instantly silent! Because any living things within it have become a pile of lifeless minced meat.

The ripple-like spatial cleavage did indeed achieve Uvasa's goal. Yunfeng, who had been staring intently at him, could no longer pay attention to him. Only Caslo continued to wield his dragon rider, unleashing a hundred-meter-long spear beam to attack him.

Uvasa, who was already suffering from a soul injury, was now struggling to dodge Caslo's attacks. Don't forget, extreme sharpness, besides spatial attributes... also comes from wind!
A hundred-meter-long, turquoise spear-like beam sliced ​​through space with unparalleled sharpness, revealing a dark spatial rift. However, Caslo didn't care. As for Kaldor? Would a dragon be afraid of a spatial rift of this magnitude?
This was a real hardship for Uvasa, who was hiding in the spatial rift. The terrifying wind was almost blasting his mouth, and the space, which was riddled with holes, made it even harder for him to dodge. After all, the spatial rifts were like death traps, filling the surrounding space. Spatial rifts treated objects inside and outside the space equally; objects that collided with them from the outside would be torn apart, and those that collided with them from the inside would be ripped apart. This is why most spatial skills require spatial anchor coordinates. Without coordinates, you might suddenly find yourself in a spacetime turbulence and become one of the transmigrators.

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"Mental Barrier!" A massive amount of mental energy burst forth from his body, firmly gripping the fleeing cavalry like a lid. Yun Feng, using his powerful mental energy to distort the spatial fluctuations passing by him, was desperately trying to save the Lagrange soldiers within his kill radius.

The first-tier mage's universal skill, Mental Barrier, was used by the sixth-tier sage Yun Feng with the effect of a forbidden spell, his powerful mental strength desperately resisting the cutting force of space.

"Ugh!" Suddenly, Yun Feng's face turned pale and he spat out a mouthful of blood. The next second, his precarious mental barrier shattered in everyone's horrified eyes!

Yun Feng, who had clashed with Uvasa, was still injured, but the power of his Spatial Rift Slash, weakened by his mental barrier, was not as great as before, and the originally distorted and wrinkled spatial ripples were now much smoother.

"Defense!" Badr roared, his eyes blazing with fury. He desperately channeled his battle aura, his four hooves spinning so fast that sparks almost flew out!
"Pfft!" As the tyrannical spatial power swept over, the centaurs who had used the same skill spat out blood, their flesh torn open. Although they looked horrible and covered in blood, at least they were alive and well. Being covered in wounds was the best outcome!
"Ah!" The Bauhinia Knights screamed in agony, their bodies splattered with blood as they activated all their defensive and status skills! Their imposing plate armor and horse armor were torn to shreds! Even their low-level magical beasts, the Swiftwind Horses, neighed in pain as countless bloody gashes appeared on their bodies…

"No!" Ravian roared as he defended with all his might. Only he, with his fourth-tier strength, managed to withstand the remaining force with his battle aura and was unharmed.

He watched as the knights and their mounts fell to the ground. As his anger blazed, the bloodied figures, resembling beggars, rose to their feet. They helped their wounded horses to their feet, limping as they scrambled back onto their saddles, clearly having withstood the attack. "..." Then, a chill ran through Ravian, and after a wave of dizziness, he collapsed from his horse.

At this moment, the heavy cavalrymen who had retreated first in front of him were already lying dead on the ground without a sound. They and their warhorses were torn apart by Uvasa's Spatial Rift Slash, and their body parts were scattered all over the ground...

This heavy cavalry unit, which had followed Roland in countless battles long ago, was instantly removed from the kingdom's military ranks today, and what killed them was merely the residual power generated by the battle between sixth-tier professionals.

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"Crunch!" Roland gritted his teeth. He was also a dragon knight, possessing the same long-range vision as dragon knights. He clearly saw how his cavalrymen had been sacrificed! In the blink of an eye, he didn't even have time to use a defensive spell scroll (after all, the spatial rift slash spread very quickly, sweeping across the entire field in just a few seconds).

"Kill him! Doss!" In a moment of madness, Roland grabbed the golden dragon from his chest and prepared to leap off the city wall.

"Your Highness!" Marcus pounced and hugged Roland's leg.

"Let go!" Roland's voice was icy cold, devoid of any warmth.

The Ninth Ringwraith is doomed today, he said so! Even the Dragon God couldn't save him!
"Calm down! Your Highness!" Adile's hand pinned Roland to the spot, preventing him from moving an inch.

"Do you dare defy my will, knight?" Roland stared coldly at Adile, the old man's eyes devoid of any emotion, as calm as an abyss.

“Leave it to Caslo and Yunfeng. The battlefield is chaotic enough! You shouldn’t add to the chaos! Nobody wants to be thinking about taking care of their lord during a battle!” Adile practically had the word “Roland” written all over his face.

“That makes sense!” Marcus, still lying on the ground clinging desperately to Roland’s leg, looked up and agreed.

"..." Roland paused. At this moment, the furious Lance had already led the Royal Guards into the orcs' ranks. The orcs, who were already in a state of disarray due to the backstab, were easily broken upon contact.