As the last Northern Barbarian fled in utter defeat, Ang's gaze swept over the corpses littering the ground without the slightest trace of pity. The cavalrymen still wanted to give chase. "No need to pursue them. Deal with all the bodies." He turned and gave Slock the order.
Slock nodded and quickly directed the cavalrymen to clear the battlefield. Ang took a Stamina Potion and a mana potion from his Magic Waist Pouch and swiftly drank them. A warm current spread through his body, and his exhausted body gradually regained some strength.
Within just a few minutes, Ang had recovered a considerable amount of stamina and mana. He took out his Magic Broom, leaped onto it without hesitation, and flew in the direction the Northern Barbarians had fled.
The broom rose into the air. In an instant, Ang crossed the battlefield and flew toward the chaotic figures ahead. The sky gradually brightened as dawn drove away the shadows of night. In the distance, he could vaguely see Northern Barbarians desperately fleeing across the ground.
Some Northern Barbarians saw Ang pursuing them and scattered in panic, trying to shake him off. However, Ang did not accelerate to chase them down.
Because he knew they were not his true target. Flying atop the broom, Ang's sharp gaze carefully searched the fleeing crowd for the most conspicuous figure—a massive, vicious-looking Northern Barbarian warrior.
He nearly threw himself to the ground. Gasping heavily, he looked back in terror at the figure steadily closing in behind him.
Ang locked onto him and continued adjusting his flight path, gradually closing the distance.
By then, the sky had fully brightened, revealing the first light of morning. Ang knew this was the best time to speak with this Northern Barbarian.
He rapidly accelerated the Magic Broom. Amid a