The sky gradually darkened, and most of the nearby forces had already settled down for the night. The mention of the Wexler Clan by Logan during the day had left Snow Wood with an unease gnawing at her heart.
Despite not believing it, she couldn't help but fear the worst. If the Wexler Clan's Family Head and a host of experts came, could her few dozen people really hold them off?
In this area, there were also more than a hundred other sects stationed, but apart from their numbers, their strength was not very impressive; they didn't even have a single Half-step Saint Emperor, and they wouldn't help her, especially when it involved opposing the Wexler Clan, which ranked in the top fifty in the entire Southern Desolation.
Several subordinates approached the worried Snow Wood and said, "Miss, you should go and rest. There's no need to worry; Logan is surely spouting nonsense."
