Yang Fei grabbed An Zichen, turned around, and fled, but An Zichen firmly held onto Yang Fei's hand.
"Don't go, there's someone!"
Yang Fei was taken aback, looked up into the distance, and saw dozens of figures fleeing in front of the undead army.
Their speed was as fast as lightning, clearly all super strong beings.
One of them, dressed in an off-white trench coat, waved his large sleeves; although he fled, he was still elegant and graceful like an immortal.
An Zichen exclaimed with joy, "It's Xue Mingtai and the others; they've finally appeared."
Yang Fei nodded repeatedly, feeling extremely relieved.
He had been worried about the safety of Xue Mingtai and the others, and now seeing them, a weight was finally lifted from his heart.
Behind everyone, Sword Emperor and Wen Taikang covered the rear.
The Sword Emperor wielded a longsword, with sword light flashing brilliantly.
