For Lu Changfeng and the Great Vietnam Court's evil masters, the situation took a sharp turn for the worse.
In that instant, they found themselves surrounded in reverse. Chen Qiong, the leader of the Great Vietnam Court's evil masters, suddenly shouted at Lu Changfeng:
"Lu Changfeng, didn't you say this was foolproof? Why did you draw the Dragon Group here?"
Lu Changfeng's face was equally furious and twisted, his eyes nearly spewing flames.
Without even turning to look at Chen Qiong, he stared at the three of us on the other side and said:
"Damn it, it had to be those three. When we met in secret at the cemetery, we must have been discovered.
You put on a good act!
I've spent my whole life hunting eagles, only to have one peck out my eyes in the end.
Damn it..."
"You useless fool!"
Chen Qiong cursed, but there was no time for more nonsense. The Dragon Group was closing in from all sides.
The Dragon Group's captains, Huang Yunshan and Zheng Yi, charged straight at him.
As the Great Vietnam Court's Grand Venerable Envoy, Chen Qiong knew that if he did not leave now, his small force would certainly be wiped out.
He shouted:
"Retreat, retreat! Retreat, retreat..."
With that, dozens of evil masters began withdrawing toward the southwest.
Lu Changfeng also shouted:
"Yun'er, leave now!"
"Okay, Dad! Hold them back. I-I'll retreat first!"
But it was already too late.
We had gone to great lengths to lure them into the bag. How could we let them leave now?
Although the Dragon Group's individual strength was formidable,
they clearly could not stop the simultaneous charge of dozens of people.
"Retreat, retreat!"
A middle-aged evil master shouted and sent a Dragon Group member flying back.
But at that moment,