Vote! Vote! Vote! Repeating the important things thrice.
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All the cultivators, including Qi Tian, hastily look for places to hide. Qi Tian has the quickest response among them, choosing a large rock as a cover and hiding behind it.
Even before Qi Tian fully conceals himself, the sound of an intense clash comes from the direction where the rain of arrows was shot just a moment ago.
A dozen or so cultivators dressed notably different from those of the Great Zhao rushed towards them. About half of them were riding wolf-like creatures, and the other half were wearing wooden sandals, holding long, slender battle swords. These swords were roughly a meter long, thin and narrow, with countless runic symbols engraved on them. Under the sunlight seeping through the leaves, the swords were shimmering with a chilling glow.
