High above in the sky, Escaping Light tore through the expanse.
The withered old man holding a bamboo staff peered into the distance toward the enemy on the barren wilderness with a slight squint.
"They didn't run away, but stayed put to wait for us?"
The scene before him was quite strange.
The enemy, who had been fleeing relentlessly for days and nights, was now sitting quietly in the wilderness, seemingly waiting for their arrival.
Most eerie of all, among the two men and women, the target of their mission, Li Muyang, the direct disciple of the Demon Sect, remained calm in the face of the impending despair brought on by the approaching formidable enemies.
He sat on the mountaintop, legs crossed and eyes closed, as if awaiting something.
This strange sight raised a foreboding feeling in the heart of the withered old man.
"Is this an ambush?"
"Or could it be..."
