Chu Yang had arrived at a critical juncture. It was the final moment.
Around fifty experts of Golden Horse Riders Department had arrived there. They moved towards Chu Yang, and surrounded him from all directions.
Chu Yang's eyes were closed; he was waiting for the Sword Spirit to heal the last traces of his injuries.
Just a little bit more…
A little bit more…
A little bit more…
Shua!
Jing Menghun fell into the valley like a shooting star. He had circled three times over the valley before finding Chu Yang hidden under some palm trees. He revealed a cruel smile as he saw him.
[King of Hell Chu!]
[Finally… I've found you.]
Chasing Chu Yang had been hectic for everyone. Even Jing Menghun was awfully tired. But, he was confident that Chu Yang would be completely exhausted.
However, he was shocked to see Chu Yang doing just fine since he was well aware of the injuries that Chu Yang had sustained.