In the blink of an eye, two hours passed...
Pei Yupo received an even more horrifying report: Tyrant Heaven Chamber of Commerce troops still lay ahead of them, and in a few more hours, they would be able to charge into Willow Leaf Forest. They truly might be finished.
Since they had already torn all pretenses apart to this extent...
Since Murong Jianyun and Sikong Jing were slaughtering them under the pretext of Qianyuan Holy Demon Hall, there was no way they would spare them.
"Young Master Yupo, I'm afraid we have to abandon Dragon Controlling Mountain's troops and flee." Chang Sanghuang suddenly moved close to Pei Yupo and spoke in a low voice. Naturally, he could not let Black Thought Patriarch hear those words.
Pei Yupo could only nod. Now, they could only flee alone again, just as they had last time.
However, just as they were preparing to devise an escape plan... Bzz!
A figure suddenly appeared out of thin air above the Dragon Controlling Mountain troops.
Looking closely, it was an old man with white hair and a white beard. His appearance was extraordinarily abrupt, yet his arrival seemed utterly silent.
But Pei Chang, still seriously injured, sensed him at once. He immediately cried out in boundless delight, "Seventh Brother!"
As his voice fell, Pei Yupo's entire body jolted violently, and he abruptly looked up. Then he gazed ecstatically at the white-haired, white-bearded old man in the sky and shouted as well, "Seventh Uncle, we're here!"
The newcomer was precisely Pei Kuang and Pei Chang's seventh brother. Though he looked like an old man with white hair and beard, he was younger than Pei Chang and Pei Kuang.
Because he had not yet reached the Saint Martial Stage, he could not make himself younger... Yet even without