"The wind is tight, let's get out of here, the experts are coming. Run!"
Yang Fei didn't hesitate, turned around, and sprinted away decisively.
A bunch of Evil Dragon Scoundrels always advanced and retreated together with Yang Fei.
When they had the upper hand, they pursued relentlessly, never stopping until the enemy was down, always taking advantage.
However, when faced with real experts, these guys fled faster than anyone else.
They rolled and crawled in all sorts of awkward and ridiculous postures, yet somehow managed to evade the fiercest enemy pursuit.
Fujino Jonin stood steady, sneering coldly.
"Only now think of running away, isn't it too late?"
Boom!
He had just finished speaking when suddenly a fierce explosion occurred in the direction Yang Fei was retreating.
A huge wave of sand and dust was swept up and spread around.
Fujino Jonin and others had to cover their faces and eyes, retreating backward.
