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As Chen Qing and his group were about to catch up again, Yan Xingchen reached out to grasp a handful of lightning and pressed it into the dark cloud beneath him.
A continuous stream of lightning merged into the thundercloud, significantly increasing its speed.
The thundercloud crossed paths with the Dragon Cavalry, leaving behind over a hundred bodies before fleeing swiftly.
Chen Qing, riding the Green Bull, stood at the front, waving to signal everyone to stop, "Let them go, we have more important things to do."
The speed of the thundercloud was faster than their dragon horses; forcing a pursuit would only lead them to the edge of the city.
Chen Qing rode the Green Bull into the formation, "Count the casualties."
Quickly, someone brought over eleven bodies, "Lord Wen, these are the fallen brothers."
"They charged ahead and suffered too much from the lightning strikes."
