Yang Jing's gaze swept over the surroundings. He saw a few scattered members of the Flying Horse Thieves hunched over, scurrying into the depths of the dense forest, clearly trying to escape in the chaos.
His eyes narrowed, and he said in a low voice, "These fish that slipped through the net will just be a menace if we leave them. We might as well clean them up while we're at it."
Li Tieyun nodded in agreement. "It's only right."
The words were barely out of his mouth when the two of them moved simultaneously.
Yang Jing's figure was like a flash of lightning. In an instant, he caught up to a Dark Strength-level chieftain who was trying to escape.
It was the same man who had been engaged by the wiry man earlier.
When the chieftain saw Yang Jing charging at him, he was scared out of his wits. He raised his saber and slashed, but Yang Jing easily dodged it.
