"Brother, you believe it now, there really are superhumans!" A young man sitting on the roof of a car spoke to another beside him. Inside the vehicle, everyone was chattering, and those on the roof were also discussing the recent events.

The main focus of their discussion was Zhang Yang, who had sped past them earlier—something more miraculous than a wild horse they couldn't catch with their rifles. Zhang Yang's clearly superhuman speed had stunned everyone.

Some said he was a master martial artist, others an esper, and even more suggested he was from a secret state department sent to capture that very wild horse. As for the wild horse's identity, the speculation was varied and wild; some even claimed it was a genetically engineered horse, a latest research product from the state that had escaped, prompting the government pursuit.

Regardless of the speculation, these poachers now had no desire to continue hunting the wild horse. They finally understood that the horse was something utterly beyond their ability to capture.

They could only count their losses. Not only did they fail to catch their prey, but they had also destroyed numerous vehicles and injured many of their men.

This time, the compensation would be steep. "Seeing that person, why didn't you call me?" The older brother glared fiercely.

He hadn't believed his younger brother when he first mentioned it, but after hearing so many people discuss it, he was half-convinced. After all, so many people had witnessed it firsthand; it couldn't be fake.

"I did call you, but you wouldn't listen!" The younger brother looked incredibly wronged. He turned his head away, but as he did, he froze again.

Zhang Yang had caught up, riding the wind-chasing steed. He had a clear view of the white steed and Zhang Yang sitting atop it.

"Su-superhuman...!" The younger brother couldn't help but cry out. The older brother finally turned his head back, and the next moment, his jaw dropped open.

The wild horse they had desperately chased was running back now, but this time, a person was riding it—someone who appeared to have subdued the horse. This pair of brothers wasn't the only one to spot Zhang Yang.

Everyone on the other car roofs had noticed him too. They scrambled to slap the roof of their cars, and some even raised their guns.

There were eight operational vehicles in total, all SUVs, with nearly a hundred people inside and out. These eight cars were all they could muster.

They originally had over thirty vehicles, but more than half were destroyed by the wind-chaser, and Zhang Yang had shot out the tires of many others. The cars wrecked by the wind-chaser were completely beyond repair.

As for those with punctured tires, except for a few that hadn't overturned, most could still be fixed. Fixing them just meant changing the tires; they carried spares, and with so many vehicles ruined at the scene, finding enough tires shouldn't be an issue.

These eight were the last functional vehicles managed by these groups. The rest had to be abandoned on the grassland to be retrieved by tow trucks later.

"Bang! Bang!" Someone started shooting, and others yelled furiously at Zhang Yang.

Not many recognized Zhang Yang, as he had rushed past without stopping earlier; only the younger brother had gotten a clear look at him. Many, seeing Zhang Yang mounted on the wild horse they had been pursuing, felt an instinctive surge of jealousy.

The thing they had chased for so long and failed to capture had been subdued by this kid. Jealousy made them forget their earlier speculations, and many aimed their rifles at Zhang Yang.

These men were grassland poachers—fierce and ruthless—and there were indeed some hard-core killers among them. As soon as the gunfire erupted, the wind-chaser bolted.

If bullets couldn't hit Zhang Yang, they certainly wouldn't hit the horse. The gunfire only made it angrier.

"Wind-chaser, close in! Let me deal with them!" Zhang Yang shouted.

Lightning and Shadow also stepped forward, chirping and squeaking angrily. The wind-chaser's speed was terrifying.

As soon as Zhang Yang spoke, the horse was already near the first car—the one where the brothers were sitting on top. "Thump!

Thump!" Two consecutive bursts, and the tires on that car immediately blew out. Fortunately, the car wasn't moving fast and didn't flip.

However, the two unfortunates on the roof tumbled off, groaning on the ground. After disabling that vehicle, Zhang Yang flicked his wrist again, and the second car immediately suffered blown tires.

It was only then that the people in the remaining vehicles realized this was the same person who had dashed past earlier. Neither this man nor the wild horse beneath him was something they could handle.

The smart ones already started thinking about escape. Two cars immediately accelerated, but as soon as they moved, Zhang Yang locked onto them.

With several more 'thump-thump' sounds, these two self-proclaimed clever drivers immediately found their tires shot out. Escape?

Against the wind-chaser, how could they possibly get away? If Zhang Yang hadn't wanted to avoid scattering them and causing more trouble, he could have simply had the wind-chaser deliver a powerful kick, ensuring they'd be seriously dealt with.

Eight vehicles, all disabled in the span of a minute, every single tire popped. Seeing their tires blown and escape impossible, many of the hunters turned vicious, taking aim and unleashing a barrage of fire towards Zhang Yang and his companions.

Gunshots erupted everywhere, resembling an actual battle. A hail of bullets—this scene could hardly be described otherwise.

Through the downpour of fire, Zhang Yang leaped down from the wind-chaser's back and instantly appeared before a car. He snatched the hunting rifle protruding from the window with one hand and casually tossed it aside.

The car door was yanked open, and Zhang Yang pulled the occupants out one by one, tossing them onto the ground beside the others. Every person he threw down was incapacitated, only capable of writhing and groaning.

When Zhang Yang moved out, Lightning, Shadow, and the wind-chaser were not idle. Shadow sucked in its small belly and spat out a blast of internal energy, flipping the entire car over.

The occupants scrambled out in disarray, all nursing some injury. As for those on the roof, they had already fallen off when the tires blew.

Lightning was even more effective. It jumped inside the car, sprayed its diluted poison mist—just enough to incapacitate them without being lethal—and then zipped out.

The wind-chaser was the most direct: it leaped in front of a vehicle, lifted its hooves, and the entire car was instantly totaled, the occupants inside dizzy and disoriented from the impact. In less than a minute, the eight vehicles and over a hundred people were all subdued.

The gunfire ceased. No one dared to shoot.

The injured were now howling in pain, and some were screaming the word "Demon." These poachers were likely regretting ever provoking this harbinger of doom. While Lightning and the others had neutralized the enemy, the men were still trapped inside the cars.

Zhang Yang sighed lightly and walked over to pull everyone out himself. One hundred and seven people in total, all gathered in a pile, their hunting rifles discarded to the side.

"Chirp, chirp, chirp!" "Squeak, squeak, squeak!" Lightning and Shadow stood beside the wind-chaser, crying out loudly, seemingly signaling to their new companion that they had avenged it; at least, these poachers who had bullied it before were all dealt with. "So many people, this is a bit troublesome!" Zhang Yang looked at them, shook his head slightly, and took out his needle case.

This time, he selected a poison needle made from the ground-up shell of a Black Iron Spider. These poachers didn't deserve death, but while they might be spared capital punishment, they couldn't escape retribution.

They needed a specific penalty. He adjusted the toxicity of this poison needle, weakening it slightly, and planned to combine it with his Soul-Clouding Technique to erase a period of memory—specifically, everything that had just happened.

By erasing this memory, no one would spread word about him and the wind-chaser. Beyond memory loss, these men would never be capable of high-precision tasks again.

Any mental concentration would bring on a headache, rendering them useless for activities requiring focus. Their days of using rifles for hunting were over.

Perhaps they would only be able to earn a living through brute strength. This punishment was harsh, but given that none of them were good people, it was deserved.

Furthermore, Zhang Yang planned to hand them all over to the police station. These poachers had surely harmed many protected animals.

Their crimes deserved legal punishment, and Zhang Yang wouldn't concern himself with the exact sentence length. However, Zhang Yang would pull strings to ensure they received the maximum possible sentence, preventing any possibility of them using connections to reduce it—that much he could arrange.

Over a hundred people were all jabbed with needles, then subjected to the Soul-Clouding Technique in batches. Before long, they were all groggy.

Those who could stand did so, and others were helped up. Zhang Yang remounted his horse.

The crowd followed behind him, walking slowly forward. As for the rifles and cars, he would let the police handle them later; they were no longer his concern.

Leading such a large group, the wind-chaser couldn't move fast, slowly flicking its hooves and occasionally glancing back at the people trailing them. "Bang!" They hadn't gone far when another gunshot sounded ahead.

An SUV and a truck were approaching them from a distance. They were close to the roadside now.

Judging by the way the two vehicles were traveling, they were on the main highway, not venturing onto the grassland. Both vehicles were moving swiftly and soon approached.

The SUV even drove directly onto the grass—a vehicle Zhang Yang recognized as the Jeep SUV they had set out in. "Z-Zhang Yang, what is this?" Long Feng poked his head out from the passenger seat before even exiting the car, staring in astonishment at Zhang Yang mounted on the wind-chaser.

The two small horns on the wind-chaser's forehead had softened. These small horns were magical; when not using his inner power, they could remain retracted, looking like a layer of fur, making the horse indistinguishable from an ordinary white steed.

Though, there was a difference: the wind-chaser's coat was definitely purer and more beautiful than that of a common white horse, and its stature was slightly smaller than an average horse, resembling an adolescent colt. "Why are you here?" Zhang Yang smiled slightly, bypassing Long Feng's question to ask one of his own.

"We had nothing else to do, so we moved forward this way. We left markers for you along the path, certain you'd find us if you noticed.

We heard gunfire just now and sped up. You...

what exactly is going on?" As Long Feng spoke, his eyes constantly focused on the wind-chaser, which was, in turn, staring back at him. With Long Feng's abilities, he could naturally tell this white horse was far from ordinary.

Coupled with the fact that Zhang Yang had been chasing a spirit beast horse earlier, Long Feng now felt a strange sensation, one his own mind struggled to accept.