Xia Qingtian's figure was like a wolf running on the ground as he rapidly plundered along while always maintaining vigilance.
They pressed forward and saw nothing but the retreating soldiers ahead.
From Jiudao Dock, White Cloud Village, Black Blade Village, and Qingshan Castle, all were discarding their armor and retreating en masse.
Xia Qingtian did not stop them; the situation was not right for standing firm. The brothers from Jiudao Dock were his capital, and he could not afford to lose them here.
Just as the two penetrated about one hundred twenty yards into the fog, Baiyun Village Chief Meng Yunshan's pupils suddenly tightened: "Found him!"
His eyesight was slightly sharper than Xia Qingtian's.
At this moment, seventy yards in front of them, Xii Quan was fiercely battling a burly man wearing an iron mask.
The man was exceptionally stout, about twelve feet tall, with his entire body covered in chunky, entwined muscles, resembling an iron tower.
