In a fleeting moment, the four combatants were locked in a fierce battle, sending dust and debris flying in their wake.
On another front, four palanquin bearers had fallen, three dead with the fourth fighting Wu Daoyou to a standstill.
These sudden shifts left Feng Baichuan and his companions dumbstruck.
They had thought this mission was to rescue Fu Han Yuan, only to witness such a scene unfold before their eyes.
Truly, they were at a loss to make sense of the situation.
But at this moment, they couldn't afford to be distracted by these thoughts; none of the black-clothed men around them were mediocre, and their coordinated attack was difficult to fend off.
Liu Mo bellowed, "Don't linger in battle, flee if you can!"
He didn't understand the entanglements between Yang Yi and the Three Extremes Sect, and felt that his group had stumbled into this mess by accident.
Their priority was naturally to escape the fray.
