But in just an instant, a line of Iron Cavalry broke free from the encirclement of the people clad in black armor, not looking back as they whipped their horses and disappeared into the night along the streets.
The original circle of encirclement was left with just a few bodies of the black-armored rebels, each one stabbed to death with a lance, quick and clean.
The group of rebels did not pursue the Iron Cavalry relentlessly, chasing only for a moment before returning to once again surround Prince Manor.
At this moment, Lin Jiaojiao was still standing on the rooftop. She had watched that young combatant charging into battle with her own eyes. Although Yan Sihan covered her eyes as those black-armored rebels died, she was still astonished by the sight.
Looking at the man beside her, she asked, "Yan Sihan, is that the same child as last time?"
"Hmm."
Getting a confirming response from the person beside her, Lin Jiaojiao frowned, "But how old is he?"
