"They plan to wipe us out in one fell swoop!"
Xia Hong turned back to look at the hundreds of people on the eastern side, a distance of fifty meters—enough for him to clearly discern their figures.
Seeing Yuwen Hu at the forefront, the murderous intent in Xia Hong's eyes had already risen to its peak, yet he forcibly suppressed it. Raising his long blade, he transformed into a gust of wind, sweeping past Xia Chuan and the others, rushing to the front.
"Watch out for the arrows shot from behind, keep dispersing, run southward!"
Xia Chuan and the others understood Xia Hong's intention the moment they saw his action, continuing to spread out laterally while maintaining their southern escape route.
In less than ten breaths, Xia Hong had traversed dozens of meters, rushing to the side of a large tree from where arrows were flying from the south.
