Whew!
Li Su let out a long breath and gradually calmed down.
In the end, a few of them had still managed to get away.
It had to be said, when it came to organization and discipline, the Li-Slaying Army was truly beyond reproach. The moment they saw him recover so quickly, most of them abandoned any thought of fleeing and charged at him instead. Only a handful of riders had escaped without even looking back.
At any other time, he would still have to voice his admiration for what the Li-Slaying Army had displayed.
Their conviction and will could be called a model for any army.
Even when only the last man remained, the fighting spirit in his eyes had not crumbled.
These were probably all men who had fought in a top-tier battle like the Battle of Zhuolu. Otherwise, it would have been impossible for them to possess such will.
What a pity that such an army had been used for something like this. What a waste.
Only the Nine Li, a race born to be warriors, could maintain it. Switch them for any remotely ordinary race, and before long, the will of this army would rot and collapse.
Li Su tossed aside the broken sword in his hand and turned around.
He had no intention of pursuing them. After all, in terms of speed alone, he had not traveled very far in ten days. That was why they had caught up to him.
Now that his condition had been exposed, as long as one of those riders made it back, what awaited him would be endless pursuit and powerful enemies far beyond what he could currently fight.
Li Su understood his own situation very well.
He was too young—only five years old.
Even against an army made