In the pitch-black and steep woods.
The Iron Wire Sect Leader was frightened, cold sweat pouring down like rain, desperately increasing his speed, racing wildly into the distance, his feet making whooshing sounds as they hit the ground, somewhat reckless in his path.
Yet, as he rushed forward, the tension and anxiety entwined in his heart not only failed to diminish but grew even more intense.
He couldn't help but secretly curse in his heart.
Damn it!
What on earth is the Kong Family doing?
Wasn't Kong Daorong supposed to lead experts to attack from the front mountain?
Why haven't they appeared?
Ah!
As he fled in panic, suddenly a piercingly sharp scream came from behind.
He listened intently, deep fear in his heart, it was clearly the voice of the Peacock Sect Leader.
The Peacock Sect Leader, at the third level of Blood Exchange. His strength was almost on par with his own, just slightly weaker in survival speed, and now he was tragically dead.
