Standing on the rooftop, Xu Qing and Qin Lin used binoculars to survey the area, searching for target monsters.
Just then, they spotted several Warriors being chased by a horde of monsters more than eight hundred meters away.
"They haven't sent out an emergency rescue signal. Looks like they're not with the Limit Martial Arts Hall or the Thunder Martial Arts Hall. Most likely, they're independent Warriors," Qin Lin mused.
If they belonged to a dojo, they should have already sent out an emergency rescue signal. Any Warriors from a dojo nearby would have received it on their communicators.
"Let's save them anyway. They look like they're from Huaxia, too," Xu Qing said.
Qin Lin nodded. "All right. I'll leave it to you, then."
"No problem." Xu Qing raised his great bow, nocked six arrows, and drew the bowstring back to its full-moon shape.
With a twang, the six arrows shot out and vanished into the sky.
More than eight hundred meters away, three Warriors were sprinting for their lives, with a large pack of wolf-like monsters hot on their heels.
The pack included gray wolves, black wolves, white wolves, and others of every color. Every one of them was a General Level monster, and there were at least two hundred of them.
Who knew how the three Warriors had managed to provoke this pack?
"We're done for. We're dead! If we keep running like this, they'll catch us for sure." Seeing the wolf-like monsters behind them, the three Warriors wore expressions of despair.
"Damn it, where did that Lord Level Silver Moon Fierce Wolf king come from? And it's giving birth, too! It wasn't here last month," a wheat-skinned Warrior muttered angrily.
"Stop complaining and save your strength for running. Do you want this pack to tear you apart?"