In the face of threat, Yang Yunwen was indifferent. Become a ghost? How could Yang Yunwen be afraid of ghosts!
He grinned silently watching a group of cavalry slay towards the desolate temple, watching Lin Qi, driven mad by despair, silently envisioning the scene of flattening the temple and turning Lin Qi into a pool of blood.
"It's over, completely over... Damn Yang thief!"
The Cyan Ram Black-clothed Man looked at the hundreds of former comrades launching a charge, his heart filled with despair. Though the Garrison Army was not equal to the Linfeng Iron Cavalry, tonight they avoided alarming too many people, and the warhorses were not armored.
Yet, if such hundreds of cavalry were to charge resolutely, even a Half-Step Grandmaster would avoid their sharpness. Facing them directly, even a Half-Step Grandmaster would be defeated and perish.
Moreover, Lin Qi was not a Half-Step Grandmaster, just a mere Fourth-Grade Martial Artist.
