That night, all was silent, the moon shone brightly and the stars were sparse.
From the mountains surrounding Cold Avoidance Pond, monsters continued to converge.
In the dark of night, pairs of eyes emitting a ghostly glow fixated on the military camp beside the pond.
The dense demonic energy mixed with the stench of blood, making the very air thick and damp with a fetid odor.
At this moment, within the camp, circles of bonfires burned, keeping the camp warm and illuminated.
Qin Zheng walked slowly across the entire camp, inspecting the remaining personnel and military preparedness.
"Aren't you going to rest?"
Just then, a voice sounded behind him.
Qin Zheng wasn't surprised; his mental induction had already detected the other's approach.
"I've already rested enough."
Qin Zheng responded.
