Zheng Qing leaned on the patrol team's staff, slightly hunching his body, panting gently.
Although the complex conditions of the forest at night misled him a bit through several bizarre shrubs, making him take a couple of detours during the chase.
Fortunately, the effectiveness of the Rapid Armor Horse Charm was quite remarkable.
He had finally stopped this damned fishman just as it was about to escape into the lake. The young scholarship student thought to himself with some sense of achievement, looking down at the two Armoured Horses tied to his leg.
The vermillion symbols were slowly changing colors following the stroke marks, half of them had already turned jet black. This meant that these two Armor Horses had just used half of their power, and could last quite a while longer.
"They should last at least another five minutes," thought the young wizard, his gaze fixed on the fishman leader who was slowing down, with no intention of removing the talisman paper from his leg.
