"There is nothing in this world that a horse ritual cannot achieve. If there is, then perform another horse ritual!"
[Luo Hu] said with a smile.
He sat atop a handsome white horse, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon, watching the galloping snow-white steed far ahead.
"Descendants of Supratika!"
"Run! Run!"
"Run to the edge of the world, lead me to conquer it all, and achieve glory. Use this glory to help me defeat the Rakshasa!"
[Luo Hu] shouted.
He held a sharp sword in his hand, and in front of him, an army of millions—elephants, horses, chariots, and infantry—gathered. They surrounded Luo Hu and followed him towards the distance.
His grand army marched across the land.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Soon, the white horse, like a cloud in the sky, broke through the boundaries of the land and galloped off into the distance.
"!!!"
"Whose territory is up ahead?"
[Luo Hu] slightly turned his head and suddenly asked.
