The horse was stimulated by the whipping,
and let out a long hiss and rushed out instantly.
The four legs were obviously much stronger than before.
It instantly galloped…
The paces were more steady and faster.
The plow harrow behind was pulled tight.
On the plow harrow, it was difficult for ordinary people to notice,
but Carl and Ferrin felt very clear that,
the runes running above were quietly releasing wizardry energy.
The soil on the ground was like a piece of fermented bean curd under the spikes of the plow harrow,
easily cut.
In less than a second, it ran three or four meters away.
It was like there was no impediment on the plow harrow inserted into the soil at all.
After a few breaths, the horse dragged the plow harrow away and only a small black spot could be seen
