After the crown prince and Duan Yue exchanged a glance, they suddenly turned around and flitted toward the rear of Yating Court's garden.
They moved so rapidly that they were like meteors streaking across the horizon.
The man in the metal demon mask was surprised, but then he waved his hand and chased after the crown prince and his party with his three thousand plus black-clothed subordinates.
"Hall Master, beware of a trap!" The masked Raksha Princess couldn't resist urging.
"The Northern Mo crown prince has only brought one thousand Dragon Saliva Guards and two thousand royal guards on this trip." The man in the metal demon mask sneered. "How could those wastrels be our opponent? Pursue them!"
As he said this, the group of black-clothed people dashing madly behind him sped up and passed him like shooting stars.
In the light of the setting sun.
