Suddenly, from the troop near Yang Yu and his comrades, several horse-shaped demons burst forth, neighing loudly.
Their bodies were strong and powerful, their white fur drifting fiercely with the cold wind, leaving deep hoofprints in the snowy ground as the beastmen heard the unrestrained sounds of their hooves from afar.
The speed of these horse-shaped demons was not inferior to that of the Silver Wolf tribe, but unfortunately, they were far fewer in number, only five in total, each carrying four to six people who were all Luo Ze elites.
"They've also come up with corresponding countermeasures.
Do they intend to use their elites to contain us and prevent our retreat?"
Lightly patting Lotcar's back, Yang Yu spoke a few words to the troops behind him, intending to wait until this unit was close enough before joining forces with his troops to fight the enemy.
