The other three were no slouches, either. Though the fluctuations of their Inner Strength were a notch below, they were all bona fide Dark Energy masters.
'What a powerful lineup.'
Yang Jing was inwardly shocked.
The strength of these four was actually a cut above the Flying Horse Thieves escorting the silver. The leader, in particular, had an even more potent aura than the bearded chief of the Flying Horse Thieves.
'Who are these people?'
'Are they the Flying Horse Thieves' backup?'
'Sent to guard against anyone trying to snatch the silver midway?'
As Yang Jing grew wary, he saw the group staring fixedly at the Flying Horse Thieves' convoy on the mountain path, their eyes filled with undisguised coldness and their fingers creeping toward their weapons in a clear show of hostility.
Yang Jing's heart stirred. His taut nerves relaxed slightly, and a faint glimmer of joy even sparked within him.
It seemed these people weren't accomplices of the Flying Horse Thieves.
