There were forty to fifty of these wild horses. They ambled along, stopping occasionally to nibble on the greenery they saw along the way.
After spotting the humans, the lead stallion stood at the very front, its eyes wary.
It stomped its hooves irritably before leading the herd away to continue their migration.
Qin Ziwen didn't make a move. This herd of wild horses looked ill-tempered, and they were large in both size and number.
The surrounding area was a wide-open plain. If they provoked the horses, they might not be able to escape.
However, not all wild horses traveled in such large herds.
As evening approached, a family of seven wild horses arrived from the west—four adults and three that appeared slightly smaller.
A Flesh-Splitting Beast was furtively closing in on the herd.
Facing the approaching Flesh-Splitting Beast, the herd formed a circle, protecting the foals in the center with the adults on the outside.
