At night.
The martial artists who had rested for a day also recovered some stamina. They decided to travel through the night and leave.
The battle that happened during the day was too terrifying. They were scared to death just by hiding in their rooms and listening to the commotion.
It was hard to imagine what terrifying pressure Han Zhao, Lang Fanyun, Su Tianqi, and Su Ningqiu, who were facing the enemy head-on, were under.
The group rode the night and hurried in the direction of Blackrock City.
Han Zhao and Lang Fanyun were at the front of the team, the injured were in the middle, and Su Tianqi and Su Ningqiu were at the back.
Along the way, Su Tianqi remained silent. Su Ningqiu could not help but ask, "Cousin, what's wrong? Are your injuries worsening? Does it hurt a lot?"
Seeing his cousin looking at him with concern, Su Tianqi smiled and shook his head. "It's nothing, Cousin. I'm thinking about something."