Under the night sky, the smoke gradually dissipated, leaving only chaos and bloodshed.
Princess Gugela gazed at Shi Feiyang's wives, her heart swelling with respect and deep affection for Shi Feiyang, like surging tides that intertwined and couldn't be calmed for a long time. Her eyes were filled with complex emotions, both admiration for the extraordinary martial skills of Shi Feiyang's wives and an ever-deepening love for Shi Feiyang.
At that moment, a rapid sound of hoofbeats approached from afar, like dense drumbeats striking heavily on everyone's hearts.
In the flickering firelight, the leader of the Lindan Tribe, Princess Gugela's father, Dangxin, donned a black cloak that whistled in the wind, like a black battle flag.
He rode a magnificent steed, with a tall posture and eyes sharp as an eagle's, leading over ten thousand elite cavalry, charging ahead like a vast black torrent.
