As the four black-robed cultivators risked their lives to block the path, Qian Long and the others slowed down once more.
The rest of the black-robed cultivators wouldn't miss such a good opportunity. They used all their strength and quickly disappeared into the night.
As long as they put some distance between them and the Lou Cheng's soldiers, they would be able to escape safely.
The four black-robed cultivators who had tried their best to stop him had successfully delayed him for a while.
By the time Qian Long and the others had killed the four black-robed cultivators, the remaining black-robed cultivators were long gone.
Qian Long coldly glanced at the corpse on the ground and waved his hand, ordering the others to pursue.
At this time, a hundred miles away from the Holy Dragon City, a group of loucheng Warriors riding on mounts were rushing forward.
