The cavalry criss-crossed across the battlefield, riding on the backs of many kinds of ferocious beasts, whizzing by, carrying out a long pursuit, vitality and yang like a surging torrent in the air.
Regardless of whom, be it pure lands members, Jin Lin, Ying Zhe the immortal, Yu Hua Godhead, or Shi Hong, everyone fled as fast as they could. A great flight from danger had started.
They had only been in this world for a few days, yet almost two thirds of their numbers had diminished. There was no possible way anyone could have imagined things would turn out so badly.
"Ah!"
Chu Feng had no trouble calmly dealing with this so called "Pu Lin young noble". Telling him all those things as if they were complete truth.
Only Ouyang Feng knew that Chu Feng had told a mouthful of lies. From the start, not even a single sentence he muttered was true, even the names he said were made up.