"Ah!"
Accompanied by a shrill scream, a bandit fell backwards off his horse, immediately swallowed up by the flying hooves.
Dead beyond any doubt.
The surrounding companions witnessed this scene, but no longer felt much anger.
They were already numb.
Because the same scenario had played out dozens of times.
Even though the Cyan Wolf Camp had an overwhelming numerical advantage, several hundred people, no matter how they surrounded and blocked, were still led by the nose by Zhang Yuan.
Unable to catch, unable to flee, unable to fight!
Zhang Yuan's Gray-toothed Lynx not only far exceeded the speed of horses but possessed astounding endurance, weaving left and right in large circles without showing much fatigue.
This left the Cyan Wolf Camp in a dilemma.
They pursued Zhang Yuan, and Zhang Yuan widened the gap.
Then they abandoned the chase, and Zhang Yuan would chase them down, using the bow and arrows to harass them.
