He had been paying attention to the situation around the entrance to the Southwest Mountain Road for a long time. Seeing the camp filled with panicked crowds everywhere, his eyes flickered briefly as he quickly formulated a plan.
After some arrangement, Han Li and six other junior disciples looked at him, full of admiration on their faces, and swiftly led a team to run towards the surroundings of the mountain road entrance.
Lu Yun did not leave but continued to stare at the battle situation at the mountain road entrance.
In fact, Xiao Yuan, the commander of the Xiao Mountain Army, was not the fiercest one charging.
There was another middle-aged man in plain clothes wielding a knife, positioned even further ahead, almost having slaughtered his way into the middle of the Beishuo Defense Army, and even faintly showing signs of being surrounded.
