"I'll be back soon."
With just a few steps, Song Changsheng transformed into a streak of light and shot off into the distance...
In a long, narrow canyon, Song Yulong's expression was grim as he watched the black-robed figures relentlessly pursuing him from behind.
"Brother, what do we do now?" a woman beside him asked worriedly.
They had already exhausted many of their trump cards along the way, but their opponents—with a Late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator wielding a Spiritual Artifact, plus several other Foundation Establishment Cultivators—completely overwhelmed them in every respect.
"If there's no other choice, we'll have to use that item. When the time comes, I'll stay behind to cover our retreat. You take Qing'Er and that other cultivator and leave first," Song Yulong said in a heavy tone, his voice filled with resolve.
