The mountain peaks nearby were ablaze with action, and from a distance, one could see flashes of colors and chaotic fluctuations of spirit force.
Mount Qingyu had officially launched an assault on the Tailuo Sect, deploying five or six assault teams to attack various peaks, where at least dozens, and at times hundreds, of people were engaged in fierce battle.
Halfway up the mountain, Xie Jin's squad stood by at the original position.
The five riders were utterly silent, merely recuperating in silence, conserving their energy.
Their mission was simple: wait for the enemy's hunting team. If the enemy's hunting team didn't appear, they would join forces with the nearest assault team to eliminate enemy cultivators.
The Qin family had been frightened by previous attacks, and with no worries about their rear, Mount Qingyu could fight the Tailuo Sect openly and without restraints.
Half an hour after the battle began, Xie Jin suddenly opened his eyes and shouted, "Let's go!"