Long Xiang!

Forty kilometers away, amid a rugged mountain road.

In the hazy, frigid mist, a group was fleeing desperately southward.

Though these nineteen people were in a sorry state, strangely enough, none of them looked frightened. Instead, every one of them brimmed with battle intent!

When a squad had a Red Turban Believer among them, it truly was difficult to feel fear or retreat.

The Red Turban Divine Technique existed precisely to bolster battle intent.

Red Turbans had always died in battle; where could cowardly weaklings come from?

It was only because the leader of the group still had reason prevailing over impulse that he led everyone in a rapid retreat.

"Move! Don't get drawn into a fight, move!" Bringing up the rear was a middle-aged man in silver armor, who looked to be in his mid-forties.

He held a single blade in his right hand, then suddenly gripped the blade with his left hand and dragged it fiercely across.

"Tsk."

Blood flowed from the man's palm and smeared across the blade. Looking at the demons pursuing them from behind, he immediately swept his single blade hard.

A blood-red arc flew from the bloodstained blade, slashing horizontally toward the rear.

"Hall Master Yue! Ahead!"

"Laotian Devils! A lot of Laotian Devils are closing in!"

"What?" The silver-armored man's expression changed.

The Split Soul Oxen and Soul-Snatching Horses chasing them relentlessly were bad enough. Now Laotian Devils had come rushing in from ahead after hearing the commotion?

"Prison Sky Chains! Watch out!"

"Dodge them! Don't let them wrap around you!"

"First Bull, Second Bull, heed my command!" the silver-armored man shouted sternly. "Divine Bull Descends! Charge through them!"

"But, Hall Master Yue—"

"Execute the order!" Yue Yi shouted, directly cutting everyone off.

How could he not know that they should not use