BOOM! BOOM!
One troop of Wolf Fang Cavalry after another trampled the earth, kicking up dust as they advanced toward Dongyu District.
The Wolf Fang Cavalry were tall and imposing, the atmosphere solemn. Clad in black armor, they marched forward in silence.
The Wolf Fang Camp was a cavalry unit, their mounts uniformly the ferocious Black Evil Wolves.
Furthermore, every Martial Artist among them had reached at least the intermediate stage of the First Rank. Under the command of the Flag Officer, they could even form military formations, manifesting the spectral image of the Black Evil Wolves.
Hong Yuan rode his carefully chosen Dragon Scale Horse, standing beside Mo Shan near General Zhao Biao, at the center of the Wolf Fang Camp's formation.
"Black clouds bear down on the city, threatening to overwhelm it." Such terrifying power. Is this the true might of an army? Hong Yuan marveled internally.
