Seeing this scene, the black-clad adversaries who accompanied the man were all stunned with fear.
"Village Chief!"
"Lord of the Stronghold!"
Amidst the cries of lament, their offensive naturally slowed down.
The porters, who were being beaten back step by step, finally got a chance to catch their breath.
Meanwhile, Zhao Ya charged forward with a long saber in hand.
The Gale Saber Technique was instantly unleashed, and the saber light swept towards these black-clad men like a sheet.
These men attempted to retaliate, but unfortunately, neither their personal strength nor their weapons could match.
In just one encounter, three black-clad men were cut down by Zhao Ya.
"The wind is tight, let's get out of here!"
Seeing the situation was hopeless, the remaining men turned and ran.
Zhao Ya certainly wouldn't let them escape.
