The Great Yue Kingdom was enshrouded in Black Evil, a fog sealing off the city.
A streak of sword light skimmed across the sky; Xie Xuanyi stood on a flying sword, glancing back at the mightily advancing iron cavalry behind him.
These iron cavalry, they seemed tireless.
The Divine Thought of the "Centurion" was firmly locked onto him.
As long as their Yin God leader did not give up, these iron troopers would not rest.
However.
Just in terms of speed.
These iron cavalry, even that towering general, seated in his chariot, were no match for him. If not for the City of Silence being sealed off by the Black Evil, Xie Xuanyi, traveling by sword, would have flown a hundred miles away by now.
"The national formation of the Great Yue Kingdom seems to have only locked onto me. It doesn't harbor too much killing intent."
Xie Xuanyi silently felt the pressure the Centurion behind him brought upon him.
The iron cavalry did not speed up.
