After half an hour of fierce battle.
Two of the three burly men had been cut down, and when the last remaining man saw the situation had turned bad, he did not choose to keep fighting bitterly.
He turned his target toward Yun Yao, dazed for a moment, then fled at once.
"Cough, cough!"
"How are you?" Lin Heng supported her waist in time and asked.
Yun Yao lifted the sword in her hand; the web between her thumb and forefinger was still trembling slightly. She shook her head and said, "I'm fine. Although these people's spells and divine abilities aren't strong, their physical-body arts are absurdly powerful."
"A Spirit Roaming realm powerhouse isn't someone you can handle. That man's strength is still far from Martial Man and the others. If it were someone at Martial Man's level, even I wouldn't dare clash with him head-on."
"Huh? Martial Man and the others are that strong?"
"Martial Man is a Spirit Roaming eighth-stage powerhouse. Smoke Ghost and Plowman are a bit weaker, only Spirit Roaming seventh-stage. Those three can still tear apart Spirit Transformation cultivators with their bare hands, and their strength is comparable to Master's. Think about it..."
Yun Yao had never witnessed it with her own eyes; even the last time they went to encircle and suppress Star Pavilion Market, she had been locked up in the Little Black Room.
Therefore, her understanding of Martial Man and the others' strength remained only at a surface impression.
"Ah, I thought their level was just average. I didn't expect..."
"Oh, wait, they ran... aren't we going to chase them?"
"Let's go. Time to wrap this up!" Lin Heng directly picked Yun Yao up and shot into the air.
"Miss, I told you. Why would such a small group need us