Time raced by in a mad rush, perhaps just a few minutes had passed.
The remaining three alchemists had already rushed back, but from their movements and expressions, it was clear they had not escaped without considerable injury. On their trail was a group of men clad in black.
These black-clothed men were the same ones tracking Qian Cangyi and his two companions.
However, their numbers had significantly diminished from before.
"Are we ready? We can't afford any mishaps," an alchemist queried.
"How can anything go wrong with something as simple as this! Let's not waste time, we should deal with them quickly," replied the short-statured alchemist, taking his position at the very center of the alchemy array.
How useless are these people? They could not even kill one person?
The short-statured alchemist complained quietly to himself.
