Lin Huashan's eyes gleamed as she saw dozens of black-clad figures approaching Duan Mountain on flying eagles.
Soon after, her face couldn't help but show a look of surprise and delight; if she wasn't mistaken, these black-clad figures were sent by Qian Feng to rescue her.
As the black-clad figures drew nearer, the soldiers guarding the outside of Lin Huashan's hut also noticed them. Then, one of them exclaimed in alarm, "No good, someone's coming!"
"So what do we do now?"
"What else can we do but fight them head-on!"
With that, those few soldiers drew their swords and faced the black-clad figures. Because they were outnumbered and outmatched in strength, the guards were quickly slain by the swords of the black-clad figures.
Seeing this, Lin Huashan immediately rushed out of the thatched hut that had imprisoned her for two long months.