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The wild horse galloped with all its might, as fast as lightning, like a red hurricane howling to a stop.
Although Wang Zirui and the other two ran in three different directions, his luck was evidently much worse than the others'. The wild horse had chosen him as its target and did not pause at all, accelerating towards him for an impact.
Wang Zirui, hearing the running sound behind him, was scared out of his wits and while dashing madly, he shouted loudly, "Save me, help me, Brother Pu, save me quickly!"
By this time, Zhao Pu had already stopped, and although he was extremely anxious, there was nothing he could do.
The other two were also staring blankly at the scene. They knew that Wang Zirui was finished. Being hit by the high-speed horse, even if he was not trampled, he was bound to be seriously injured. Whether he could cling to life depended on his fate.
