As time passed slowly, the noise in the camp dwindled gradually.
Wang Teng exchanged glances with the others. He said, "The herb must be taking effect. Let's act quickly. If not, those that haven't fainted will definitely notice something amiss."
"Alright."
Lin Zhan and the others were delighted. They nodded and sneaked into the camp.
"Finally, we can take revenge for our dead tribesmen." Hatred flashed past Ni Ya's eyes. She clutched the dagger in her hand and followed them closely.
This time, the Red Leaves Tribe had sent almost all of their battle power. Only one martial warrior was left to guard the tribe. They had made up their mind to destroy the Black Wind Bandits.
They knew that if the Black Wind Bandits didn't die, they would be annihilated.
…
At the entrance of the camp, two bandits were on sentry duty. However, they were obviously in a bad mood. They kept complaining.
