NEIGH!
WHINNY!
Donkeys brayed and horses neighed.
From his vantage point, Tang Wen saw three mounts galloping wildly, their hooves kicking up clouds of dust.
The riders' clothes and armor were in tatters. They clung to their mounts' backs, desperately shouting, "Help!"
Behind them, a troop of riders in black gave relentless chase.
Tang Wen had no intention of meddling.
However, the three fugitives gradually changed course, heading toward the wilderness Hunting Team's encampment.
'Looks like they know about the hunting encampment.'
'Now I have to get involved.'
The strongest combatants at the Hunting Team's encampment were only Martial Artists.
'They clearly can't handle these riders. I have to stop them.'
WHOOSH!
With a Power Burst, he leaped high into the air and shouted, "Who goes there? Halt!"
"A Martial Artist?"
