Nolan Rhodes followed closely behind. To them, traveling a few miles took but a moment.
About a thousand meters from the battlefield, they lay hidden among a pile of rocks, watching from a distance.
Marshall Morgan immediately spotted the disheveled figure.
"Father!"
Marshall's heart trembled fiercely.
Even after more than eight years, and though Victor Morgan's hair and beard were scraggly and his clothes tattered, Marshall still recognized him at a glance.
This person was his father, Victor Morgan.
"Damn that Zenith Sword Sect for torturing my father like this."
A murderous glint appeared in Marshall's eyes.
"How can I rescue my father?"
Then, Marshall began to ponder.
The Zenith Sword Sect and the Umbral Moon Empire together had at least a dozen Martial Lord Realm experts, including two at the Martial Lord Fourth Realm, engaged in fierce battle.
With so many powerful figures, rescuing Victor Morgan seemed impossible.
