"Hide."
Ling Chen signaled the other four.
The wind rustled as all four soared into the air, each landing atop a large tree.
Ling Chen also leaped, concealing himself beside the mountain path.
"Gee up!"
The sound of horse hooves grew closer, and human voices became audible.
Soon, about a dozen cavalrymen in tattered armor entered the mountain path. They looked utterly disheveled, as if fleeing a pursuer.
The man at the forefront, clad in silver armor, clearly stood out from the other soldiers; he was likely a general.
Behind them, a group of experts in black attire, mounted on identical dark horses, chased them with a palpable killing aura.
These black-clad individuals bore the symbols of demonic sects, clearly elites from the Demonic Sect.
"General, the enemy is closing in! Quickly, take off your armor and switch with me, then find a chance to escape," one of the personal guards said to the silver-armored general.
