"Welcome, Ancient King!"

The unified sound echoed in the dark abyss.

Those who were desperately trying to escape have stopped running now; the contrast between the two is like being possessed by a ghost.

"What happened?" Huo Lei rode his horse to Wang Xuefeng's side and asked in a low voice.

"The passage below has also been opened up," the latter said, only this one sentence.

Horry's eyes widened immediately: "So fast?!"

"The ancient king's personal presence suggests it was premeditated," Wang Xuefeng said calmly, looking down below.

"So that means the situation is still under Bluebird's control so far?" Horry was a bit of a headache.

"It's alright, let her keep control for now," Wang Xuefeng said, unconcerned.

"What about these people?"

"Forcibly taken away."

"this?"

“They are all ordinary people. We have to take them away even if we have to. Otherwise, if we let them infiltrate the battlefield, the situation will only become more and more chaotic.”

Wang Xuefeng paused, his gaze suddenly becoming deep and serious:

"From now on, they are no longer free men, but prisoners of war."

As soon as he finished speaking, Horry's pupils contracted.

He finally saw what Wang Xuefeng had seen earlier.

"Alright! You take your men up there, I'll hold them off!" He immediately gripped his halberd and assumed a fighting stance.

“It’s alright, you take your men up there.” Wang Xuefeng also drew his gun: “They all recognize you, so they won’t instinctively be too hostile.”

Horry was taken aback: "Alright, then be careful."

Without much delay, the two quickly assigned tasks and then got to work.

Wang Xuefeng silently squatted on a rock, and an ancient horse-drawn carriage appeared in his scope.

"Bang--"

The shattered horse's head and the enraged herd of horses were the first sight the ancient king saw when he opened his eyes...