Accompanied by Ling Huxiang's loud shout, the black horse's speed increased once more.
Just as he had guessed, the previous speed was far from the limit of this big black horse.
It seemed that this big black horse was of much higher quality than his late big red horse.
Since the horses were provided by the Foolish Underworld, Fang Yu didn't concern himself with these matters. So he wasn't sure why the Foolish Underworld hadn't arranged a good horse for him, or perhaps the big black horse was Ling Huxiang's personal possession and not from the Foolish Underworld?
Later, he would need to get a fine horse himself; this was key to escaping for survival in the wilderness.
Fang Yu was lost in thought while observing the surroundings.
With the acceleration of the black horse, Ling Huxiang began slashing continuously, cutting down the Mist Grass that blocked the path ahead and around, clearing a route.
