Qian Ying's face turned livid when he saw the outcome.
He cursed inwardly, That damned fellow! I'll definitely find you!
He flashed to Qian Wantong's side, grabbed his arm, and forcefully pulled him up before leading him outside the house.
"Elder Zhou, let's retreat a little farther. Don't stand in the doorway." What if the enemy rushed out from another direction? It was better to stay away from the entrance.
As for the three Martial Artists in the room, they had been confirmed dead. There was no need to carry them out; leaving them in the room for now was fine.
They were already dead, so they could stay there.
"Alright!" Zhou Zixing nodded, supported Qian Wantong from the other side, and together they carried him as they swiftly retreated to the entrance of the mountain path.
They could not remain at that room's entrance. The strange room, the strange enemy, and the strange Black Shadow—no matter how he looked at it, the two of them had no chance of winning. Staying away and remaining in the light was the best choice.
"Put him down," Qian Ying said to Zhou Zixing as they slowly lowered Qian Wantong.
His neck had been tightly strangled earlier, nearly suffocating him and leaving him with difficulty breathing. After coughing for a while and recovering, his breathing finally became somewhat smoother.
"Qian Wantong, tell me everything that happened while you were trapped in that room. Don't leave out a single detail. Explain it all to me. I need to know everything about that Black Shadow."
Qian Wantong hurriedly nodded and began recounting the events, still shaken by fear.
What had happened today had nearly driven him to collapse. If Elder Qian had not rushed in when he did, he truly would have died at the