Even so, the Wolf Tribe cavalry continued swarming after them.
The cavalry originally stationed on both wings also closed in to encircle them.
"Break through to the northeast!" Su Qingwan said.
They wheeled their mounts around and charged northeast. The Wolf Tribe cavalry pursued relentlessly, their hoofbeats echoing across the Gobi like an unbroken roll of thunder.
A dark outline appeared on the horizon ahead-the silhouette of a mountain range. The Kentra Mountains stretched between heaven and earth, their precipitous slopes and overlapping peaks resembling a sleeping ancient beast in the dusk, silent and majestic.
Zhao Feng glanced back at their pursuers. They had killed nearly half of the thousand-plus cavalrymen, yet the survivors still charged on, fearless of death. The riders closing in from either side drew ever nearer.
The horns sounded again, faster and shriller this time, urging the cavalry to pick up speed. The riders frantically squeezed their horses' flanks and lashed their whips. Their mounts surged forward, steadily narrowing the distance between them and Zhao Feng and Su Qingwan.
Arrows began flying from behind. Though less dense than before, every shaft carried murderous intent. Zhao Feng turned and swept his spear, knocking them all aside. Five hundred paces, four hundred paces
, three hundred paces.
The outline of the Kentra Mountains grew clearer. Zhao Feng could even make out the dark primeval forest at their foot and the year-round snow on their slopes. But they were still too far away, while their pursuers were already breathing down their necks.
Zhao Feng took a deep breath, turned around on horseback to face the cavalry behind them, then slowly, steadily drew the Tiger-Subduing Bow.
Only three Eaglefeather Arrows remained in his quiver.
He nocked all three and drew the bow into a full moon. Primordial Unity Astral Qi