Yang Yue raised her head and looked at the distance. She saw a figure passing through the dust and immediately breathed in a cool breath.

"Ye Dun, this group of people is from the Jiuyang tribe. Let's leave quickly. Don't clash with them." Yang Yue said, stepping out quickly, and the other three men followed closely, with fears on their faces.

Ye Dust and Liu Muyun looked at each other and then followed Yang Yue's pace.

But it hasn't gone a few steps yet. The sound of horse's hooves is more and more rapid, and the smoke and dust almost shrouds them. It makes Yang Yue and other people begin...