On the Official Road through Guangnan Commandery, dust billowed into the sky.
An army of twenty thousand raced along the Official Road at an astonishing pace.
The Tier 3 Clones possessed far greater stamina than ordinary people. Even clad in armor weighing dozens of pounds, traveling a thousand li a day was effortless for them.
At the front, Pan Feng had completely unleashed his speed, leading four thousand Clones in a wild sprint.
They crossed mountains when they met mountains and forded rivers when they met rivers, leaving the main force far behind them.
The War Horses traveling alongside them had been pushed until they panted heavily, white vapor streaming from their mouths and noses, yet the Clones remained utterly unfazed, their breathing as steady as ever.
Pan Feng simply stripped to the waist, casually hanging his heavy armor over his horse's back.
Fine beads of sweat covered his bronze skin as he steadily shouldered that massive axe and charged at the head of the group.
His huge feet stamped onto the Official Road, each step leaving a deep footprint and kicking up clouds of dust.
"Brothers!" he roared as he ran. "Pick up the pace! Stop dragging your feet like women!"
The Clones behind him answered in unison, "Yes!"
Their voices shook the heavens, startling countless birds from the trees lining the road.
Lin Mo reclined against the soft cushions in his carriage, watching the scenery flash past through the window.
Rice fields, villages, and forests on both sides of the Official Road sped backward.
The farmers working in the fields saw the vast army and fled in terror, tossing aside their hoes.
In the villages, some shut their doors and windows, some peeked through cracks in their windows, while others carried their children and fled into the mountains.