"Retreat if you don't want to die." Peng Yan, Xu Xin Cheng, and Wei Hu Xuan ordered their soldiers to retreat with a simple warning. From their response, it seems this wasn't their first time encountering such an incident.
As for Sun Wu Jian's troops, they're confused. But through the intuition of a cultivator, everyone managed to keep their distance from getting involved in the bloody mist.
"Let's stop the battle for a while. I can't wait to see what kind of thing would come out from that mist," said Wei Hu Xuan. There was a hidden clue or two from the way he speaks.
Very soon, three silhouettes came out from the bloody mist. At this time, only Qin Lan's troop of about two hundred and forty soldiers are getting ready to engage.
"Young master, what is coming out from there?" Lu Qing Yun asked.