A few riders and horses suddenly rushed out of Xiao Yuansui's camp, which was already engulfed in flames and chaos, like arrows leaving the string. The clouds of dust raised by the horse hooves dissipated in the firelight.
Immediately, behind them, a large group of riders surged out of the camp gate and followed closely.
Xiao Yuansui and Hua Ziyang were almost neck and neck, leading the charge. One's eyes glinted like a tiger that had spotted its prey, relentlessly pursuing. The other's face was solemn, holding the reins with one hand while clutching a bow and arrow in the other, eyes fixed on Yu Wenye ahead, who was continuously urging his horse to gallop, occasionally swerving left and right. The agility of the Fiery Warhorse was evident under his command.
This made Hua Ziyang's expression even darker.
At this moment, a few arrows whistled through the air, shot by a group of archers following them closely.
