Regardless of the number of people, once their courage and spirit were gone, the group was reduced to nothing but a mob that was destined to be crushed!
At this moment, Yan Liqiang felt as though he was pursuing a group of hares rather than men.
The ruthless Blackwind Bandits, who killed people like scything flax among the northwestern provinces, were completely reduced into nothing but a group of feeble chickens before Yan Liqiang.
Yan Liqiang rode on his rhinodrake steed as though he was hunting. Every time he drew his bow and his arrow left the bowstring, a Blackwind Bandit running in front of him would be shot off his steed and would land heavily on the ground. Every time a Blackwind Bandit flew off his steed, the rest would grow more terrified. They were no different than stray dogs before Yan Liqiang. They didn't even have the courage to turn their heads back and look behind them.
