The airplane's fuselage suddenly shook violently, sprinting down a rundown road. The surrounding area seemed quite desolate, and there were no other passing vehicles or pedestrians, as if it were an abandoned road.
However, what made Liu Zixuan and Zhao Yi's expressions change drastically was that, in the direction the airplane was sprinting, there were two large off-road vehicles parked. Around them stood more than a dozen burly men dressed in black, holding weapons that could make ordinary people feel suffocated.
Liu Zixuan squinted his eyes slightly and said to Zhao Yi, "Let's wait and see before taking action. You blend in with the crowd while I go up front to take a look."
"Be careful, we're already in the territory of the Witch Country. I've dealt with them before; they're all cold-blooded and ruthless brutes!" Zhao Yi said sternly. His hatred for the Martial Artists from the Witch Country was absolutely overflowing.
