After parting with the veteran troops of the Divine Martial Mansion, there remained only a little over a hundred Qing Taoqi riders.
However, outside of this group, Mo Xiaoqi's former bandit followers, as well as the Jianghu individuals who had been defeated and brought into the stronghold earlier, all followed silently behind the Divine Martial Mansion, not directly leaving.
Mo Xiaoqi and the people from the stronghold had, after all, shared weal and woe with the Divine Martial Mansion, and with the stronghold gone, they had nowhere to set foot.
The carpenter Huang Xiaoping, due to the seemingly endless mechanical designs in Yuchi Jie's belly and the axe in his hand that appeared to be blessed by his forefathers, had no plans to move an inch, even in death.
When he saw the Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation he had crafted open wide, connecting to the earth's energy, he truly felt a sensation that if he were to die there that day, it would have been worth it.
