Now then, Western God Ge Wei's team had lost two members to Eastern Victory Yin Kuang's team in a short time. With the enemy hidden and themselves exposed, they had no way to strike back and could only flee. They decided to get down the mountain first and figure things out once they reached open ground. Even if they still could not retaliate then, they could at least avoid being assassinated.
The eight of them tore through the desolate mountain forest toward the foot of the mountain. The woods were dense, filled with weeds, shrubs, and vines. On top of that, they had to constantly change direction to evade pursuit, greatly limiting their speed. Still, they moved like the wind and raced like lightning. After all, death was chasing them.
Bang!
Suddenly, one of the white female priests seemed to step on something. Her lunging body pitched forward, and she rolled straight into a large tree. Her forehead made an extraordinarily intimate acquaintance with the solid trunk, making the old tree tremble. Her mishap caused the other seven to hesitate as well. The white assassin moved swiftly and scooped her up. After that brief pause, the group resumed their mad dash.
"Lina, I really can't believe you actually tripped. You should be glad a beehive didn't fall from that tree and land on your head," the white assassin complained helplessly. The white female priest named Lina flushed red with embarrassment and anger, her face as red as a monkey's ass. "How was I supposed to know there'd be vines there? Leave me alone!"
The white assassin held back his laughter and continued running with her in his arms like a proper gentleman.
"Everyone, be more careful!" Ge Wei said gravely.
Yet just as Ge Wei finished speaking, another cry rang