"Second brother, hurry back to the city!"
As soon as the shout fell, the sound of horse hooves charged towards the two of them. It was Dai Junliang and Cheng Qiao, who had been rushing this way, and Yu Wenye's jet-black horse, which had just been cut by Xue Xian and fallen to the ground, struggled to get up, snorting as it ran over.
Though Xue Xian's slash had left it with gaping wounds and blood gushing, that was not a reason for a warhorse to fall. This horse, even though half its body was covered in blood, still insisted on returning to its master's side.
But at this moment, Yu Wenye could hardly see it anymore.
The blood-boiling excitement after the fierce battle made his whole body hot like fire, as if even the blood flowing in his veins was igniting flames, almost burning him to ashes. He could only grit his teeth, instinctively pulling the reins and mounting the horse, then bending down towards Shantong'er—
"Get on the horse!"
