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However, it was only hearsay at that time. After all, the Western Lion Empire was only one of the 19 empires in the Western Region. Not even Cheng Qing had been to the Northern Region. It was too far.
Early in the morning, Cheng Qing came out of the Nine Phoenix City and arrived at the peak of the mountain, looking into the distance.
In front of him were several hundred miles of rolling hills. The trees were neither dense nor sparse, and there was a large meandering river flowing within them, which was as bright as a mirror. However, under the domain of the Nine-tailed Fox, the sky was still gloomy and the sun could not be seen.
Cheng Qing discovered that there were four teams of different sizes after a short look.
They had yet to reach the heart of Mount Qilian, but the person who had appeared in Cheng Qing's field of vision was actually a wolfwalker squad! There were also quite a number of people. There were more than twenty of them, and they did not go into Stealth at all.
About twenty or thirty kilometers in front of the wolfman tribe, there was a group of cultivators fighting against each other. There were more than ten of them, and only about half of them were wolfmen. Judging from the speed of the two, they would meet in less than four hours.
Seeing this, Cheng Qing frowned slightly. In a group of over 20 wolfwalkers, there were bound to be high level Xumi martial artists. It was possible that there might be existences at the ninth level of the Xumi Stage. If this batch of cultivators from Western Paradise were weak, it was very likely that they would all be killed.
Thinking about this, Cheng Qing didn't hesitate. He quickly left the peak of the mountain and headed toward the location where the two met. No matter what, Cheng Qing was still a man of the west cold. He could not tolerate the wolfwalker killing his own people.
Cheng Qing was about seventy to eighty miles away from both sides. Even if they needed to be prepared, they still wouldn't be able to make it in time.
Cheng Qing frowned, as he quickly flew through the forest and wasteland. He could only hope that the western-cold cultivators would not be too weak, and that they would be able to last until he arrived.
Fortunately, when Cheng Qing arrived, although both sides were engaged in battle, the victor had yet to be decided. However, more than a dozen corpses lay collapsed on the ground between the trees. Most of them were cultivators of Western Paradise.
At a distance of more than a hundred steps, Cheng Qing was squatting on top of a tall ancient tree. He pushed aside the branches in front of him and didn't recklessly join the battle. Instead, he first observed with rapt attention.
With this look, he was slightly shocked. This was because the two sides engaged in a battle actually had several ninth level Sumeru Realm cultivators!
On the wolfman's side, most of them were at the high level of the Xumi Stage. Moreover, the four leading them were at the ninth level of the Xumi Stage.
However, for cultivators of the same level, the wolf-walkers would generally be stronger than the Western Coldness cultivators. In addition, they outnumbered them, so the Western Coldness cultivators were in a very disadvantageous position.
While Cheng Qing was observing, two people fell down after being injured.
When he could clearly see the appearance of the Western Lion Cultivator, he wasn't surprised at all. Why would a bunch of level nine Xumi Stage experts appear here?
There were actually two familiar faces in there. An acquaintance who had just left him.
They were the ones who were together with Liang Bufan, Song Qianshu and Song Xuejun!
At the moment, they were facing a siege from three Uighurs. Their guards were separated and unable to rescue them. It seemed to be an extremely dangerous situation. Several wounds had already appeared on Song Qianshu's plump body, dripping with blood.