On the other side, a fierce tiger was ripping forward.
Two gigantic formidable forms, representing the momentum of two great armies, were clashing in a terrifying manner, the sound of swords and battle cries seemed to break through the sky, reaching the ears of Li Guanyi.
A hundred miles' distance would have quickly passed in the past.
Even now, the golden scimitar cavalry, skilled in charging formations and close combat, moved quickly, yet even at such speed, Li Guanyi felt it was slow, somewhat dragging.
At this moment, ahead, the Ying Country's army line awaited with tens of thousands.
The leading general was in his forties, with black mustache, wearing a gold helmet and quite serene; he was Yuwen Tianlei, the one who had recently emulated Lu Youxian's tactics to hinder Li Guanyi.
Yuwen Tianlei said: "Marquis Qin Wu, I have long admired you from afar, but why in such haste today?"
"Why indeed?!"
