The setting sun tilted to the west, and the sky gradually darkened.
One person and one horse weaved through the forest, when suddenly the battle horse beneath them let out a neigh, its hooves weakened, and it fell to the ground directly!
The immense inertia flung the person on the horse's back out.
Shen Wenxing reacted swiftly, somersaulting in mid-air and landing steadily, then quickly ran to the side of the battle horse, ready to pull it up.
But at this moment, the horse's breathing was weak, clearly already exhausted.
Shen Wenxing sighed helplessly, untied the reins from the horse, patted its head, and said in a low voice, "Since you can't run anymore, I'll set you free. Whether you survive depends on your fate."
After saying that, he confirmed the direction and began running towards Wuya Mountain on foot.
The bright moon rose gradually, and it was already midnight in the blink of an eye.
