At dusk, the setting sun was blood-red, and the autumn wind blew bleak and cold.
In the outskirts beyond Guangzhou, several figures raced through the woods, weaving and leaping without pause.
"They're heading for Wudang Mountain!"
Li Yinhuan looked somewhat grave.
Xu Baishi was with her as well.
So were Feng Xiong, Zhang Weiyi, Zhao Danxia, Gu Yutong, and Chiba Aoi.
Hearing that Gan Yu's group intended to go to Wudang Mountain, Zhao Danxia's expression grew somewhat solemn.
Since they were enemies rather than friends, they surely had another purpose in going there.
And there were bound to be more of them than those out in the open.
Lian Youming walked ahead of the others. A sharp light flashed in his eyes as he said thoughtfully, "Since that's the case, junior sisters Li and Xu will go ahead with me and intercept them at the provincial border. The rest of you follow behind. Don't worry about our safety. Join up with the other sects and head straight to Wudang."
Of the hundred-odd martial experts assembled this time, a small portion had gone to help Gong Wuer and the others, while the rest were ready at any moment to surround and kill the old-era martial artists who had infiltrated the mainland with the Gan Clan.
Situ Wudi was responsible for coordinating and commanding them.
Lian Youming had initially had some concerns. After all, the north had numerous experts stationed there. Even if the martial artists proved no match, they could still use firearms to encircle and eliminate the enemy. But the south, apart from a few senior elders and the Mystic Connection Expert in the Martyrs' Cemetery, seemed somewhat short of strength.
If their entire force went out and those people took advantage of their undefended rear, with several Mystic Connection