Li Changhe's figure appeared not far from the middle-aged Daoist.
The Daoist girl guarding the Daoist instantly raised her talisman.
The Bronze Mask looked at them, and the azure flame gradually swelled. The jet Mo Blade in his left hand still had traces of undried blood on it.
Cold sweat dripped from the Daoist girl's forehead, and she didn't dare slacken her grip on the talisman in her hand.
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A kilometer away, Hunting Eye's face was pale; he didn't have much [Rationality Value] left. The [Great Wall] behind him was too close and too powerful.
Even someone with a [Sequence Gene] like him, who had an advantage in speed, could not break free and was seriously injured.
Fortunately, they were not far from the border of Yanyun. As long as they reached there, someone would come to their aid!
"They're about to leave Yanyun. How is the situation at [General Mountain]?" Dozens of meters above the ground and on the rooftops, people were chasing after them.