"Bang! Bang…"
As the thunderous hooves echoed, four bowstring vibrations pierced through the mist. The white fog swirled violently, the wind sharp and fierce. Four arrows imbued with the power of thunder roared past, aiming directly for Hidden Twenty-Five.
His movement technique was remarkable, allowing him to evade all four arrows. But with the delay, his escape slowed. Behind him, a yellow figure draped in a large monk's robe soared from his mount, like a giant bird flying in the sky, landing directly in front of Hidden Twenty-Five to block his path.
"Boom!"
A rapid encirclement formed behind with nine riders, kicking up a storm of dust. They rode massive, sturdy horses, exuding murder and malice, their aura spilling forth. The horses' heads resembled those of lions, their bodies covered in greenish fur, impressively strong, evidently having drunk the blood of extraordinary beasts.
On the backs of the nine riders, all of whom had attained Eight Springs cultivation, were monk robes. Five wielded long-handled battle knives, while four held bows and quivers. The one intercepting Hidden Twenty-Five, a warrior of the Nine Springs with wings, was the most powerful, a supreme being who could open the ancestral fields of the Nine Springs.