For some reason the barbarians temporarily stopped attacking. Ahan finally got a moment of respite. Sweat soaked through his clothes, and a trace of white air came out of the alternating heat and cold. He looked around and found that all the war horses that were used as mobile shields had been killed, and the remaining dozen or so warriors around him were also slightly injured to varying degrees. Although everyone still retained a trace of fighting strength, it was only the end of a strong crossbow, and it could not withstand a powerful onslaught of the barbarians.

Hundreds of barbarians descended from the valley and surrounded the dozen or so remnants of the defeated army. Armed with swords, spears, axes, and hammers, they stared at the leader of the group like prey, with a hint of mockery on their cold faces.

One of the largest barbarians walked up to Ahan alone. He was very strong, a head taller than the average barbarian. His complexion was as pale as milk, his muscles were as thick and hard as rocks, and his bare head was tattooed with the patterns of various wild beasts, and he looked like the leader of this group of barbarians.

"As a human being, you are indeed strong, but this place will be your burial place. The big barbarian said in a voice that resembled a low roar. In one hand, he held a huge mace with a hammer more than two meters high, all made of fine iron. To be able to wield a weapon of such magnitude shows that this barbarian's strength must be amazing.

"Hmph, whoever dies and who dies, it's not certain, if you have the ability, you can compete with me. Defiantly, Yawen raised the Frost Hammer in his hand and pointed it at the white and bright head of the barbarian leader.

"Look for death!" the barbarian leader let out a roar. Raising a mace as thick as the roots of a tree, he slammed it towards the door of Ahman. The rest of the barbarians did not rush up, but with a play-watching mentality, patiently stood aside and watched.

Ahan raised his hammer to meet it, and the two hammers intersected with a deafening sound. Huge echoes reverberated through the valley for a long time. The soldiers standing behind Ahan could not bear the harsh noise and covered their ears one after another. Ahan only felt that his arm was numb, and his mouth was about to crack, and he involuntarily took a small step back. In the competition of strength, he actually lost. The great oppression brought about by the barbarian leader made the always conceited Ahan feel that a crisis had descended.

The leader of the barbarians who had the upper hand didn't seem to be ready to give Ahan any respite, and the mace slammed down on him like a storm. Although Ahan blocked the second and third attacks, each collision dimmed the white halo that shrouded the Froststorm Hammer by a few points. Due to the continuous fighting, the energy of the Frost Hammer is gradually weakening, and it is no longer able to gather enough cold to freeze the opponent's weapons. Not only that, but Ahan also felt a thick layer of gas covering his opponent's mace. With the protection of this layer of gas, it seems that it is difficult for frost gas to condense into ice.

It was anger, and Ahan was shocked. I've long heard that the barbarians have a special ability to gather the energy in their bodies into an invisible anger, and that anger will gradually accumulate with the increase in the number of attacks. With the help of rage, the Barbarian's strength, speed, and resistance to blows will be increased in an all-round way. This would also explain why the barbarian leader took a desperate stance as soon as he came up. He wanted to accumulate anger as soon as possible in order to gain absolute superiority in the following battles. If only you can't defeat him in a short time, or come up with a way to break your anger. Then as the anger continues to increase, the barbarian leader will become more and more courageous, and finally become so strong that even Ahan cannot resist it.

I didn't expect to encounter such a difficult opponent, and it seems that I can't defeat this arrogant guy without showing my real skills. Thinking of this, Ya Hanqiang cheered up and secretly mobilized the magic power in his body.

Although the power of the Froststorm Hammer is weakening, it does not mean that Ahan is no longer able to fight back. Ahan is not only a powerful warrior, but he also has a good magical cultivation. In addition to ice magic, Yahan also has the most defensive earth magic. On the Radiant Continent, first-class warriors have always been demonic and martial arts dual cultivators, and Yahan can be among the ranks of first-class warriors, and naturally it is no exception. The white halo on the Froststorm finally dissipated, but the surface of the Hammer quickly glowed with a yellow glow.

Ahan took a breath and let out a loud roar. The yellow light on the square hammer was magnificent, as if it suppressed the anger unleashed by the barbarian leader. In this hard-fought duel, Ahan finally completely reversed the decline, only to see the mace heavily slashed by the barbarian leader, after hitting the frost hammer shrouded in yellow light, it actually bounced high and almost escaped from his palm. The sturdy nature of earth-based magic finally came into full play at this moment.

This confrontation is not actually a contest of strength, but a contest of wisdom and skill, and the barbarian leader would never have thought that he was actually shocked back by his own strength.

The powerful anti-shock force made the barbarian leader dizzy, his blood surged, and he retreated a few steps in a row before he stopped the pace of defeat. His hammer-holding hands trembled, and his black eyes shone with an incredible light. The anger value that had been gathered before was actually dispersed by a third in the blow just now, and a small gap appeared on the hard mace.

However, Ahan's attack did not end there. Taking advantage of his opponent's unstable footing, he raised the Frost Hammer in his hand again, but this time he didn't smash it at the barbarian leader, but slammed it directly into the ground.

There was a loud bang, like thunder on the ground. In an instant, Ahan once again used his best earth-based magic, a skill with a magic evaluation level of six, Splitting the Earth Gully.

I saw a half-meter-wide ravine like a giant snake crawling forward, quickly extending towards the barbarian leader's feet. The sudden earthquake caused the barbarian leader to lose his balance. When he managed to control his wobbly body, he found that his feet were stuck in the cracks and he couldn't move.

Seeing that the body of the barbarian leader was temporarily unable to move freely. Ahan immediately threw out another hammer in his hand. This flying hammer was also infused with powerful earth-based magic. The hammer wrapped in an earthy yellow light flew straight to the savage leader's chest like a speeding meteor.

Seeing that he had no time to dodge, the barbarian leader had no choice but to raise the mace in his hand and prepare to resist hard. Oh, there was another loud bang, and the war hammer that Ahan threw with all his strength did not reduce after hitting the handle of the mace, and smashed the thick handle of the hammer into two pieces. The brutal leader, deprived of the protection of his weapon, was unable to neutralize the full power of the Throwing Hammer, and the Froststorm Hammer landed him in the chest with precision.

Poof! A mouthful of blood gushed out of the barbarian leader's mouth. Although the barbarian leader was strong and strong, he was born with a bronze head and iron bones, but he could not withstand the full force of Ahan's blow. The hammer smashed into his chest not only broke several ribs, but also severely damaged his internal organs. At the same time, something even more strange happened, after the Froststorm hammer struck the barbarian leader, it actually flew back into the hands of Ahan with the help of the power of the rebound.

The barbarians on the side were dumbfounded, and in the flash of light, Yahan had already completed the whole set of actions of throwing the hammer and catching the hammer, and the whole process could be described as a divine skill.

However, although Ahan's hammer throwing skills were powerful, they were not enough to kill the tenacious barbarian leader. When the savage leader endured the pain and stood up again, his eyes were red as if a flame were burning. The barbarians are unimaginably strong, and their anger is not only built up by continuous fighting, but also stimulates the combat potential that lurks in their bodies when they are severely damaged.

At this time, the anger of the barbarian leader had also accumulated to the peak state, reaching the point of not vomiting or being unhappy. He raised his head and let out a roar of rage. A loud roar shook the valley, and the waves of air pressed everyone's eardrums like a typhoon.

It's the cry of war. Ahan hurried to resist the fighting spirit in his body. But standing behind him, the ordinary warriors with lower cultivation could no longer support it, and blood oozed from everyone's ears, and their legs trembled incessantly.

The cry of war is not only a means of intimidation and deterrence for ordinary people, but also demoralizes them. But for the barbarians, the cry of war is the stimulant that fuels their desire to fight. Barbarians inspired by the battle cry will have varying degrees of increased strength and movement speed. The pain associated with an injury will also be reduced by 20%.

When a barbarian leader utters a war cry, it means that the horn of a general attack has been sounded. Ahan now regretted that he should not have provoked the barbarian leader. This is a battlefield, not a fair and just duel ring, and there is no need for the enemy to fight you one-on-one. The barbarian leader apparently didn't have the patience to keep playing with Ahman. He will now kill all the people in front of him, and leave no one behind.

When the onlookers heard the battle cry, they swarmed up like a tidal wave, as if they had received some signal. A duel turned into a brutal slaughter in an instant, as hammers and tomahawks slashed into the rings of northern warriors, stumps and severed arms flew into the sky, and the snow was stained red with blood.