Yan Liqiang rode swiftly with everyone. Despite the dark sky, everyone pressed on by relying on the miniscule amount of light from the sky.
After the battle earlier, there were only less than a hundred survivors in the party and many of them also harbored injuries.
Yan Liqiang wasn't bothered when the blood from the steeds splashed on him during the battle. But now, his body felt sticky all over. His clothes, which were drenched by the steed's blood, clung to his skin and were mixed with his sweat. The agitating scent of blood made him feel extremely uncomfortable.
