Yang An slowly stepped into the forest, heading in the direction the demons had come from.
The forest was thick with vegetation, lush and flourishing.
He had not gone far before the others lost sight of him.
Yet Yang An merely smiled. He immediately activated the Illusion Concealment Method, hiding every trace of his aura, then changed direction and concealed himself in a tree.
"That guy's aura is gone!"
At the same time Yang An activated the Illusion Concealment Method to hide his presence, the people by the caravan looked at one another, unable to grasp what had happened.
"Could the demons have killed him?"
Just as they were making such guesses, more than a dozen demons suddenly burst into their perception, charging swiftly out of the forest.
They could no longer spare any thought for whether Yang An was dead or alive. Their expressions changed as they looked toward the incoming demons.
The number of demons had exceeded everyone's expectations. More than a dozen had come at once, and quite a few were Yuan Feed demons.
The ordinary people of the caravan bore the brunt of it. Though most merchants dared to travel because they knew a little martial arts, they were mere dregs compared to cultivators and demons. Panic seized them at once, and they hid behind the carriages.
The demons came in with savage momentum and quickly clashed with the several cultivators escorting the caravan.
In the woods not far away, Yang An quietly hid in a tree. In his perception, those people had already begun fighting the demons, yet he remained unmoved. He even felt like laughing.
He had originally intended to help them, secretly striking down these demons. That way, he would not reveal his strength while still fulfilling his promise to protect the caravan.