Yan Liqiang was running toward White Grass Lake. In the eyes of his pursuers, Yan Liqiang was sprinting with all his might. However, in reality, Yan Liqiang was only using one-third of his speed.
The army from the Dark Wood Tribe in the distance was in disarray, and the sounds of iron hooves thundered behind him. Two groups of cavalrymen, each with more than a thousand men strong, instantly charged out of the frontlines to outflank Yan Liqiang. Even if they were several meters apart, Yan Liqiang could feel the intensity of their gazes on him. If gazes and murderous intent emitted heat, Yan Liqiang would've probably been burnt to crisp by now.
In all fairness, the Dark Wood Tribe's cavalry's reaction time was quite fast. However, in Yan Liqiang's eyes, the pursuing cavalry was nothing more than a final prop in his 'performance'...
