There was a great disparity in their strength. If she faced their attacks head-on, it would mean that she signed up for death voluntarily. She definitely wouldn't act on impulse and forfeit her life.
Although it seemed that she fled in a panic, she headed toward the dense forest at the east of the city. Even if it was inevitable to fight, she also hoped to minimize the damage. Otherwise, once they started fighting here, even if the commoners hid inside the house, they would die under the pressure of the Nascent Soul powerful cultivators' killing intent.
"Escaping? Hmph! You won't succeed!"
The leader of the four Nascent Soul powerful cultivators snorted coldly. That severe sound unexpectedly formed a visible stream of air like waves attacking Feng Jiu's fleeing figure.
"Whoosh! Swish!"
