Just as Wu Jiu was preparing his grand move, he suddenly felt a chilling sensation behind him.
"Damn it, not good!" Wu Jiu's expression changed drastically, his body shot backward, but it was too late.
Mu Tian appeared like a bolt of lightning from the sky, landing a direct blow to Wu Jiu's chest.
Bang!
Wu Jiu's body shot backward, and just as he landed, three groups of people swarmed over, placing cold swords against his neck.
Mu Tian flew forward, sealing Wu Jiu's acupoints, then lifted him up, standing on a tall rock.
A cold voice echoed across the world: "Your leader has been captured by us. Surrender and live, continue resisting and die."
This voice resounded like thunder, causing all the martial artists of Heavenly Witch Mountain to tremble in spirit.
They had never fought such a frustrating battle.
Clearly they outnumbered their opponents, yet it felt like each time they were fighting against six or seven people.
