As the six Martial Artists locked in a fierce battle,
The Black Mountain Battalion's encirclement gradually spread out.
After all, the remaining cavalry were merely Martial Artists and Martial Disciples. Getting caught in the crossfire was one thing, but the main worry was that the three Female Martial Artists would find an opportunity to take them hostage, steal their horses, or create chaos to escape.
Tang Wen was some distance from the battlefield, and his view was constantly obstructed.
After some thought, he decided to just pick up the massive rock he was hiding behind and quietly move closer.
He carried the giant rock with him, stopping behind a patch of shrubs.
If Lao Jiu, the Martial Artist from the Black Mountain Camp, had glanced back toward the boulder's original position right then, he would have surely noticed something was amiss.
Unfortunately, there was no such "if."
BANG! BANG! BANG!
The air vibrated as the two sides battled relentlessly.
