The crowd heard the earth-shaking sound of powerful hooves and strained their necks to see in the distance.
They saw their Khan, majestic in his might, glorious in battle, wise and valiant as if changed, riding as if mad, spurring his horse in a frenzied dash toward them.
Leading the charge, he left his Ironclad Army far behind.
Numberless and invincible, the Ironclad Army raised rolling clouds of dust, advancing in an overwhelming tide that covered the sky and earth.
Though far away, the crowd could see clearly that their Khan was unharmed, showing no signs of injury.
It turned out to be a ploy by the villain to lure the tiger away from the mountain; fortunately, the queen had seen through it, otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
Yelu Yan arrived like a sudden gust of wind, sweeping up to them in an instant.
Before his horse had even stopped, Yelu Yan's tall and burly figure leaped down from the saddle.