What a formidable throwing knife!
Though Xie Ruomei had deflected the throwing knife with her great spear, its momentum had not diminished in the slightest despite the change in direction. When it struck the ground, the bricks and stones instantly cracked and shattered. Its power was astonishing.
He was not the only one to encounter it. Li Da's warning also came from the woods.
"Careful! There's an expert taking potshots from hiding!"
Immediately afterward, a sharp shout came from Wu Jiu's direction. "Over here! Watch yourselves, everyone! This one aims only for the eyes!"
Gu Yutong's voice drifted over softly. "Leave it to me!"
Then came a series of shrill whistles through the woods, flying back and forth, along with strange metallic clinks.
She was actually adept at an exceptional stone-throwing technique.
In the old days, this technique had its own names: Flying Locust Stones, featherless arrows!
Both sides darted and dodged through the woods, their hands repeatedly sending out concealed weapons that struck showers of sparks beneath the moon.
But a few breaths later, Gu Yutong said gravely, "They've withdrawn!"
Meanwhile, Lian Youming headed straight along the mountain path toward Tianzhu Peak.
He ran with his body lowered, as agile as a hunting leopard. With every step, the muscles in his legs tightened like iron, and any grit brushed by his soles was ground to dust.
He ran four or five hundred meters in one stretch. Strangely, there was no further sign of those Remnants of the Old Era.
Xie Ruomei stayed close beside him. "They're falling back!"
"They're not retreating!" Sensing the qi dynamics gathering, dispersing, and shifting through the woods, and hearing the whistles drifting farther away one after another, Lian Youming narrowed his fierce eyes slightly. "They're regrouping!"
Presumably, the fighting just now had brought these