"Run!! Hurry!"
In the dense forest at night.
The Huishan Fist group fled through the mountains in utter disarray. Some had lost their shoes but did not dare stop to retrieve them. Their hands and legs were covered in cuts and scrapes, yet they did not dare pause.
They could only race forward desperately under Jiang Su's lead.
From time to time, cold arrows and concealed weapons shot out from behind, striking several people hard and knocking them to the ground.
Cries of pain rang out briefly, then swiftly faded into the distance.
There were fewer and fewer people left in the group.
Jiang Su carried Master Zheng on her back as she fled for her life. At that moment, there was only one thought in her heart: escape.
They had only just parted ways with Wei He. Their group had planned to head separately for Hong Family Fort and Qingdu Sect's Ink Fort.
The former had Huishan Fist senior brothers and sisters serving there, while Master Zheng had previously said that if anything happened, they could seek help from Qingdu Sect.
Unfortunately, before they had even made it halfway, the Seven Families Alliance had waited for them like a hare by a tree stump and caught them squarely.
Not only that, they had even spotted experts from the Blood Robe Gang among their pursuers.
When they were surrounded, Master Zheng had stepped forward and led them in breaking out, swiftly escaping.
But Master Zheng himself was covered in blood and severely wounded. Only minutes after breaking through, he fell unconscious.
Jiang Su made a snap decision, hoisted him onto her back, and fled with her fellow disciples.
Yet before long, the enemies whom Master Zheng had frightened away returned and clung to their trail like death.
In her panic,