Relying on Qianye’s sudden assault, the Imperial group rushed out of the encirclement and fled at full speed.

The camp had been surrounded on all sides. If the weakest side was made up of hundreds of four-armed warriors, one could easily imagine how much more there would be on the other sides. How had they not sensed such an accumulation of four-armed natives?

No one was in the mood to think too deeply into this issue. They were focused on fleeing because any delay would leave them surrounded by the four-armed soldiers, sealing their fate.

Qianye reduced his speed somewhat and fell back to the rear end of the group to keep watch. Wei Potian, on the other hand, was charging at the very front, intent on fleeing for his life. No one had the extra energy to help him, so he could only charge ahead at full speed. He had no time to observe anything else, lest he drags down the entire group.

Song Zining ran alongside Qianye, the flying leaves around him acting as sentries.

Qianye looked back and saw that the four-armed warriors had been left far behind, but the danger in his heart increased instead. “There’s...