Over there, Blake Gu and the imperial master were fighting fiercely. Here, Murong Lian did not hesitate. He took the kit and retreated to where Aiden Mo was with his entourage.
The distance from the main city gate to the north of the city was not too far, but at this time the war was raging and there were monks from the Liao Kingdom obstructing Murong Lian's escape.
The two sides fighting were all masters. The monks brought by the imperial master were all the most terrifying dead warriors in the Liao Kingdom. Although Murong Lian's men were also elite, they were still stretched thin in front of these top black demon monks. Therefore, when Murong Lianchi arrived at the apricot grove on the outskirts of the city, his protective barrier had been damaged, and most of the accompanying guards were seriously injured and fell behind. He did not dare to confront Liao Ren again, so he could only use the winding and complicated terrain of the Apricot Grove to evade the pursuit behind him.
"I've long heard that Mr. Wangshu is a piece of trash. He has no brains, and his magic skills are nothing special. It's really a joke."
The leader of the Liao Kingdom cultivator was a female cultivator. The weapon she held in her hand was a tanning whip. She swiped at the branches, and the sneer from her inner strength covered the entire apricot grove, "Murong Lian, you are at the end of your rope. Where are you planning to escape to?"
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