Over a thousand warhorses rushed out of the horse field in an instant, crazily charging north.

If they could have stopped them at the gates of the horse field with horse corpses, even the greatest waves would only be striking against a great dam. However, in this type of situation where so many of the horses already rushed out, any scattered Great Mang soldiers who tried to stop them would be directly blasted into the air like a tree in a flood.

The strength of ordinary elite soldiers couldn’t compare to a warhorse at all. The only ones who could disturb and stop this type of flood were cultivators.

A Great Mang army cultivator released a furious roar, directly causing several tent roofs to burst. With the greatest speed he could reach, a heavy battle-axe that was as tall as himself in hand, he charged crazily towards the horse stampede.

Even if he could only cut off a chunk of this flood formed from horses, only leave behind a few hundred horses, then there would be a chance of catching up to them and stopping all of the warhorses.

This Great Mang cultivator whose muscles were swelling, even the clothing on his body bursting, already saw some damaged black-armored figures in the flood, allowing him to easily figure out that this wasn’t some large scale Yunqin sudden...