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"No,"
"We need to hide."
The black-clad men from Songshan all stood up, awaiting Han's instructions.
Han Tianpeng had not yet spoken when he suddenly looked towards the north of the city.
"They're coming!"
No sooner had his words fallen than a shadowy figure dressed in black sprinted from the northern edge of the city, dashing towards them under the cover of darkness.
Whether it was Demon Cult or the rival factions, killing them was the right thing to do!
They each concealed their presence,
Though the masters could normally hide well in the dark, there were too many people now, and not everyone could do it perfectly.
Zhao Rong, who was charging toward the third checkpoint, had already sensed something amiss. He avoided the main gate, for he had reconnoitred the area earlier, and now he leapt onto the side wall of the city.
Those lying in ambush from Songshan in black lost sight of their target in an instant.
"Whoosh!~"
"Whoosh!~"
