章 487: Puppet Martial Artists

As soon as he started killing, all of Qin Wushuang's doubts were washed away. With a heart as calm as water, he watched those elite warriors surging at him from all directions. Standing on the higher ground, he unleashed his spiritual perception fully and started to count their numbers.

"One, two, three…"

In total, there were thirteen people. These thirteen people had appeared from everywhere to stop Qin Wushuang, after he had killed that woodcutter.

Only, Qin Wushuang did not choose to fight them head-on. Instead, he went around their blockade and rushed deep into the Tortoise King Mountain.

Currently, those elite warriors who were blocking the outer areas had clearly realized that the enemy had gone around them and entered the Tortoise King Mountain. Thus, all of them angrily called out to each other to surround the place.