Liam Ye was very unhappy with the reality that his opponent was running away. He had fought a few battles since he became a saint, but he was obviously not very satisfied with them. After returning from the East China Sea, he rarely had opponents. Even though they were all saints, their fighting abilities varied greatly. The so-called sword saints and magic saints from another continent were even inferior, making it even more difficult for him to find similar opponents.
Shangguan Ting gave the order, and they naturally had to run when they saw the situation was not good. Fighting was one thing, and running was another. When saints and wise men were determined to run, it was difficult to stop them. As for those black feather flying feathers, most of them were only level 7 or 8 warriors, so there was not much point in killing them.
"What should we do now?"
"What else can we do? Let's go to the palace and take a look." Liam Ye said while holding his breath.
The people from the Shangguan family came quickly and retreated just as quickly. In the blink of an eye, they disappeared without a trace. The water on the Black River was rippling, as if nothing had happened, and only the occasional falling knife nets left some traces.
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