In the depths of the mountain, the only moonlight was obscured by dense leaves. One could only vaguely see figures flashing, and from time to time, the sound of swords colliding could be heard.
One Dot was sent flying by the man in black's sword qi. He slammed into a tree behind him before stopping. He propped himself up with his sword and spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Damn it, these people are dogs, right? How did they manage to find us?"
They had clearly cleaned up all the traces. Even if they accidentally pressed down on a blade of grass, they carefully helped it up. If they really couldn't help it up, they would pull out the soil and cover it with dead leaves to ensure that it would recover to its original state.
They even sent some people in different directions.
