As early as when the black-clad elder had used qinggong to fly into the camp, Shi Niu, Aunt Qin, and He Tianshu had wanted to shake off their opponents and rush back to aid Ou Yan. But the men in black had long since learned their situation like the back of their hands. These three black-clad men had been specifically sent to deal with the three from the Misty Sect, and their martial arts were far from ordinary. In their haste, the three could not break free.
Yet even amid their life-and-death struggle, everyone anxiously watched Ou Yan's side. The resistance of Changge and the other female disciples, as well as Zhang Xiaohua's appearance, had all been seen by the three. But the black-clad elder's overwhelming internal strength and terrifying Iron Shirt skill meant that even if Shi Niu went up himself, he might not gain an advantage. Thus, the three of them, along with the manor's disciples, had all been plunged into despair, fearing that everyone in the manor would be buried here today. But then the situation underwent a tremendous change. Reinforcements from the Misty Sect had actually arrived, and especially that resounding shout from the first bandit—it rekindled the Huanxi Mountain Villa group's desire to survive. They fought more fiercely with every moment, while the men in black changed their strategy, fighting as they retreated toward the horses outside the camp.
The three black-clad men tangling with Shi Niu and the others also intended to retreat. When the black-clad elder used qinggong to pursue Zhang Xiaohua, they all feinted, leaped out of the fray, and headed for the horses. If Shi Niu and the others had wished to keep those three behind, it would not have been difficult. But how could the three main forces of the