"Who is the a*shole who came up with this idea? Could they have been waiting for this moment all the time?"
In the midst of lofty mountains in Meng Mountains, Wu Qi and a few Xiantian soldiers, whose bodies were all covered with wounds, were fleeing in panic through the woods. The place was near the parting line between the territories controlled by scouts of Great Yan and Great Qin. Every now and then, the scouts from both dynasties would hunt and kill each other in the woods along the parting line, and in every patch of woods in this area lied ambushes of many elite killers from each side.