Outside South City Gate, in the hilly area to the left front...
In front of a large blue boulder, the Green-Robed Elder was sitting cross-legged, eyes tightly closed, having just swallowed two medicine pills, he was currently healing his wounds.
This battle brought extreme frustration to the Green-Robed Elder; a Ninth Stage Old Monster was besieged by a pack akin to Evil Wolves of the Eighth Stage, beaten miserably, it was a humiliation beyond words!
Not far to the side, a man in a silver robe stood there with a gloomy face, alertly scanning the surroundings. He was protecting the Green-Robed Elder, ready to signal at the first sign of any anomaly from any direction.
His mood was even worse.
Emerging from the depths of the Black Abyss Rift, his team originally numbered four, but now only two remained—the other two elites from Lin Clan, equally powerful as him, both perished under the sniper fire of Chen Tang's men.
