Come to think of it, it's been over ten minutes on this road, and not a single person from the same camp had been encountered. Could it be that they had inadvertently entered the dojo's hinterland?
Yu Liang turned his head to look around. A few minutes ago, they had entered the territory of the Nine Yin Sect, but along the way, there was no trace of battle. Now, looking forward, several Ghost Men occupied the intersection, but their attire wasn't uniform, nor did they seem like members of the Nine Yin Sect.
"No, they're not cultists, they're civilian militants who entered the dojo before us!" Black's sharp eyes spotted the weapons scattered beside those Ghost Men. It wasn't hard to deduce the origin of these Ghost Men from the variety of haphazard weapons.
"Civilian militants controlled by Ghost Men?" The High Jump Athlete didn't understand what Black was saying.
