As the sound of hooves was urgent and was about to reach them, Mu Yangling only had time to throw three ropes at Liu Xuan and the others. Seeing as she no longer had any hope of tripping the horses, she only wanted to do her best to stall them.
The people from Nearhill Village had already left most of their luggage behind. At this moment, they were retreating to Jialing Lake with little to no belongings.
Having long seen Mu Yangling and the others' actions, corners of Ah Su's mouth curled into a mocking smile. He spurred his horse forward and jumped over the rope that suddenly jumped up. With a wave of his saber, he rushed towards one of them. Mu Yangling shouted, "Into the forest, quickly!"
The Jin soldiers behind Ah Su drew their bows and shot arrows, killing five to six people in the blink of an eye.
