Rising a thousand zhang into the air, Mount Wushan stood between heaven and earth. Its peaks were somewhat ruined and looked as though they were on the verge of collapse, evidently the result of the battle's fallout.
Zhu Tong, Huo Yi, and Su Mo led three thousand soldiers across the sky, descending right at the foot of Mount Wushan.
However, this place was completely deserted, and there was not a single member of the Blood Eyed Tribe to be found.
At the entrance of the mine at the foot of the mountain ahead, there were no Blood Eyed Tribe members standing guard either, which showed that the place was already empty.
Could the Blood Eyed Tribe have already retreated? Seeing this, Zhu Tong immediately frowned.
Seeing this, Su Mo and Huo Yi also wore solemn expressions. The Blood Eyed Tribe had retreated, yet their scouts had not detected it?
Right at that moment, the communication talisman on Huo Yi's body vibrated. After a brief inspection, he immediately gave a bitter smile.
The two of you, before our arrival, the members of the Blood Eyed Tribe had already retreated a step early! Huo Yi said with a helpless expression.
They really retreated! Zhu Tong's expression turned gloomy; this was hardly good news for him.
First, although they had recaptured the Wushan mine, they had let two thousand Blood Eyed Tribe troops escape.
Second, since the Blood Eyed Tribe had retreated, they could not start a battle, making it difficult for him to make a move against Su Mo.
Surely he could not, in front of three thousand soldiers and without rhyme or reason, directly execute Su Mo!
Although he wanted to kill Su Mo, his hatred had not yet reached the point of utter recklessness.
Su Mo's expression also grew solemn.