Dust fills the air.
The black torrent is nothing else but an army, or more precisely, a cavalry.
There are seventy to eighty riders in total, clad in black armor, their whole bodies tightly wrapped, eyes gleaming with a blood-red coldness, infinitely indifferent.
The horses under them are also armored, as they gallop, black airflow trails behind them, like scythes harvesting life.
Each of these knights carries a battle knife at their waist and grips a death lance in their right hand.
"They are fallen warriors, but their obsessions sustain them to keep fighting until the day they truly collapse!"
Chu Yuan gazes from afar at those seventy to eighty riders, like ghost troops crossing the region, obsessions undeterred, battle intent unyielding, with a will to fight until death, unyielding and undefeated.
"Run quickly, these undead knights are too terrifying!"
