Within the fierce and bloody battlefield, Li Yelai mounted his Thunder Stepping Dragon Colt and soared into the sky.
The warriors still fighting on the ground felt a sinking feeling in their hearts.
And the panicked masses defending against the Insect Swarm thought Li Yelai was fleeing the battle.
Some were stunned, some cursed, some cried.
Before this, Li Yelai had fought in various battlefields, saving many people. The image of him, one man and his horse, had already been engraved in everyone's minds.
Whenever they heard the thunderous sound of horse hooves, people always felt much more at ease.
Some young girls, full of springtime fantasies, believed he was the white knight come to rescue them.
But the moment he fled the battlefield, all hope and favor turned to malice.
"You can flee, we all have the great fear of death. If you don't want to die here, then flee! The will to live is instinctive!"
