"Gang Leader, retreat quickly!"
"It's a trap! This is Liu Yuanhu's trap! Mo Chen is here too!"
Niu Zidong hadn't even reached the city gate when he shouted out in warning.
Upon hearing this, Zhao Honglie's face darkened.
Seeing the dense mass of shadows behind Niu Zidong, Zhao Honglie immediately ordered the gang's archers to provide cover for him.
"Archers, cover him! Quickly!"
After all, Niu Zidong was a master of the Blood Refining Realm at the Perfect stage. Losing such a high-level combatant would be a tremendous loss for the Black Sand Gang.
Until the very last moment, Zhao Honglie was unwilling to abandon Niu Zidong.
Under the cover of the archers, the speed of those pursuing was impeded, leaving only Liu Yuanhu and Mo Chen to charge through the hail of arrows in pursuit.
Upon seeing that it was Han Lu who had escaped, Zhao Honglie immediately changed direction.
"Retreat!"
