This Is Not Good

As Ming saw his brother, his heart sank. He couldn't bear to fight with him even though they had their lapses as siblings. Out of all his brothers, Qinfen was physically weak. He never practiced martial arts, though Lifen forced him since young. His interest was more on other things and made his mother and father worried about him.

Ming ran toward Qinfen, who only held a wooden rod. He instantly sent his younger brother to sleep with a single pinch on the neck and carried him. 

"Xinyi, Nianshi, let's go," Ming hollered at the still fighting two. He waved a hand to General Lofey who was looking at him. Tyriece body turned into a stone, aside from his head, and carried the limping Balin. The four Godingan Chiangdas ran where Ming's group headed.

They all went toward the nearest safest place he could think of, Xionmao's cave. When they reached the place, they stopped because it was full of mist.

"Why are we here and what is this place?" General Lofey asked.