Under the night sky, the cold moonlight bathed the village, and a gentle breeze rustled through the sparse trees by the riverbank, causing the withered leaves to fall. The heavily guarded compound emitted a suffocating aura of murder. Luo Zheng watched coldly at the defense that was as formidable as a turtle's shell, finding no point of entry, his eyes dancing with sparks of battle intent. Regardless, he had to try; he could not return empty-handed.
A direct assault was certainly not feasible, so he had to find another way. The Wild Wolf Mercenary Group's men were surely lying in ambush, but there were no other choices. Relatively speaking, infiltrating from elsewhere posed a lower risk. Having made up his mind, Luo Zheng observed the surrounding terrain and quickly found a route. Just as he was about to set off, something caught his eye in the river water ahead.
