Although the steed under Wang Anfeng was extremely wild in temperament, its endurance was sufficient, sweeping across the plains like a gust of wind. If he hadn't deliberately tried to avoid drawing too much attention by holding it back, the horse's speed could have been even greater.
He estimated the speed of the merchant caravan after being startled and adjusted his direction slightly.
The horse underneath him seemed to be stimulated by the recent killing intent, becoming extremely excited, occasionally letting out a prolonged neigh like the roar of a Dragon Beast, snorting hot air, and its four legs galloping with uncontrollable speed.
Its crimson mane trembled in the wind, and due to its bloodline, faint flames flickered from its hooves. Wang Anfeng had to reach out and pull the reins to slightly calm it down.
