Bailang River bank, a hidden bend in the river.
A patch of turf was suddenly flipped open.
Chen Mu leapt up, followed closely by Zheng Yuan and Sun Enqi, who crawled out of the tunnel.
"No wonder you can escape from the camp every day." Zheng Yuan looked back and could vaguely see the outline of the camp through the reeds.
"Stop the crap, let's move!" Chen Mu's face was looking none too good.
It was already dusk, with only a sliver of light remaining.
Chen Mu quickly noticed a faint white mist beginning to spread in the air.
He was all too familiar with this life-draining mist.
"Cheng Yi!"
...
Bang!
A muffled sound, and the roof of the fire watchtower to the north of the city blew up instantly.
Cheng Yi, like a rock launched from a trebuchet, crashed into the ground a short distance away, bringing tiles, splinters, mud, and bricks with him.
Dirt splattered, and Cheng Yi, covered in black, lay sprawled with his arms open in a large crater about three meters in diameter.
