'I hope I'm not too late.'
The only thing Yang Xian could do was to pace his horse as fast as possible. It was nearly evening when he finally saw the sign of other people. However, the sight nearly caused his heart to fall to the abyss.
Just below the small hill, he could see countless dead bodies. There were still a lot of people fighting and scattered everywhere. Blood streamed out of their fallen bodies just like river. It was a very devastating sight.
"Where's Princess Ji Xiaoli?"
Yang Xian scanned the surroundings and noticed that there was a horse pacing to the direction of the West with several soldiers rushing to catch up. At the same time, there was someone coming out from Village K came closer riding another horse.
The prince and the princess was on top of the horse. On the other hand, the one who came out of the village was Shi Mo.
'I'm too far.'
