As Lanling charged alone on horseback toward an enemy army a hundred times greater, Suo Mo saw an unstoppable aura of dominance emanating from him. It was a charisma that stirred the blood and beckoned loyalty, even though Lanling's martial skills were still lacking.
To Nini'an, witnessing Lanling's relentless advance, cutting through the enemy ranks like a blade through water, sent waves of tremors through her delicate frame. She felt a mix of fear and awe rattle through her body.
She didn't care whether it was rational or what the reasons were.
She only felt that this moment set her aflame, unleashing an uncontrollable surge within her.
Such overwhelming dominance, such breathtaking brilliance.
Meanwhile, the brothers of the Foreign Tribe Army, upon witnessing this scene, found their impression of Lanling soaring to new heights.
Many instinctively wondered—perhaps this man, who always charged at the forefront, might make a better leader for their entire army.
