Wang Chen looked up at the night sky.
Above the vault of heaven, beneath the bright moon, streaks of light came from the north, swiftly swerving toward the southwest.
Among them, several were particularly conspicuous!
He realized at once—the Inner Sect Disciples and the Purple Mansion Superiors had been mobilized.
With beacons ablaze and defense areas igniting Daylight Columns for reinforcement in the Outer Sect's borderlands, the Cloud Sun sect's upper echelons couldn't possibly remain indifferent.
But the enemy's attack had been so sudden, and had been delayed for such a long time.
It was unknown how many cultivators like Wang Chen, recruited into the Night Patrol Team from the lower ranks, were filled into the ranks as cannon fodder!
There was not the slightest ripple in Wang Chen's heart.
He made a wide detour, avoiding the country roads where he might encounter ambushes or attacks, and took a shortcut to reach Yi Ten Defense Area.
By this time, dawn was nearly breaking.
