"The village chief and the others are here!"
Beside the gate tower next to the Black Tiger Stockade gate, Li Kuiyong and four other brawny men stood shoulder to shoulder.
"Did that kid run away?"
Li Kuiyong glanced at what used to be eight silhouettes ahead, then looked at the figure hastily moving in another direction, a mischievous smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
"Not just anyone dares to mess with our Black Tiger Stockade!"
A brawny man said with a sinister smile: "I guess some mid-level Divine Spirit Realm brats from that Changling Academy chickened out, huh?"
"Haha!"
"Haha..."
"What Vice-Chief of the Wood Wolves said is right!"
The brawny man's words elicited a burst of laughter.
Inside the gate tower, Liu Yunjian and the seven others gazed icily at the slowly approaching figures.
"It looks like one ran away!"
Looking at the figure that broke away from the main group, Meng Tianjiang spoke softly.
