The Undying Knight nudged his horse's belly, ran a few steps, and pulled the reins.
He gazed at Zhou Leng's back for a long time, transferred the knight's spear to his left hand, and looked down at his right hand.
Deep within his right hand, a cold chill froze.
He turned his horse's head and charged into the land of eternal rest.
Zhou Leng observed that the Undying Knight was not pursuing him, so he gathered his True Qi, ran normally, and the scenes of their previous encounter flashed continuously in his mind.
Throughout the run, he was almost entirely immersed in the whole experience.
Each flash of the scene deepened his understanding of the martial arts, moves, and fighting styles depicted in the images.
After repeatedly reminiscing for a long while, some commotion from the front startled Zhou Leng awake.
On the left front, a hundred kilometers away, a black sky curtain descended, resembling a black sandstorm slowly advancing.
"Devour the land..."
