Yi Chen and his six companions exchanged helpless glances.
They had managed to blunder their way past the barriers, but no one had expected this sudden twist of events.
Now they faced another expert capable of conversation on equal terms with the Ghost King. What should they do?
Fortunately, their identities had yet to be exposed, and they could only hope the mana concealing treasures of the Army Commander and Feng Linsu were strong enough for them to secretly infiltrate the enemy's ranks. Otherwise, they'd have a tough battle ahead.
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"Sifting through the lantern's light to appraise swords in a drunken haze, dreaming of bugle calls rallying the troops... Ah, old flame," sighed Feng Linsu to the Army Commander of the Crimson Flame next to him.
Shrouded by night, the group advanced swiftly along the mountain path, while above them a massive black cloud drifted, emitting strange fluctuations that concealed the presence of everyone below.
