In the dark mountain cave, rubble was scattered everywhere. Ye Yueying held a torch, moving through the cave with difficulty.
After walking for a short while, Ye Yueying smelled a strong scent of blood and heard pained moans.
"Who's there?!"
"A guard?"
"The master is over here. Why aren't you coming to help?"
Hearing the shouting, Ye Yueying immediately realized that Ren Feng was just ahead. However, due to the weak light from the torch, she couldn't clearly see the situation.
Ye Yueying tightened her grip on the sword in her hand and carefully moved closer.
Judging by the sounds, it seemed that both Ren Feng and his men were injured, and someone appeared to be trapped under a pile of rocks.
Ren Feng...
Ye Yueying slowly approached.
"Why are you dawdling? Hurry up!"
Someone urged in pain.
Soon, a middle-aged man, pinned under a massive boulder with half his body trapped, came into Ye Yueying's view.
"Hurry up and help lift the rock off me."
