After waiting for a few minutes, there was not even a sound of anyone breathing in the surroundings area. In the middle of the darkness, the mercenaries and the martial arts experts could only hear the groans of the injured, the sound of horses neighing nervously, and their own heavy breathing.
The eerie silence made them feel uneasy as fear slowly took over their hearts. The pressure and silence is even more unbearable because they don't know who the enemy is or when they will attack again.
Standing on the side of the transport cart, the leader's sweat flowed down from his chin and fell onto the dry ground, before disappearing as soon as it touched the ground. As time went by, the pressure on the mercenaries began to gradually increase.
Although those martial arts experts can climb the cliff with their internal energy, they dare not do so for fear that they will be shot to death by arrows before they can see the enemy.
