As night deepened, a full moon hung high in the sky, casting a soft silver-white glow.
"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!"
Dozens of figures darted past the treetops, swift as Gui Mei and impossible to track.
After crossing layer upon layer of verdant peaks, they finally stopped atop a mountain and gazed down at the pass lying across the gap between the mountains.
Ling Yun Pass was brightly lit. From afar, they could vaguely make out patrolling guards diligently carrying out their duties, protecting what was now the most important town on the continent.
"Elder Ling, why did Her Highness the Saintess insist on having us attack Ling Yun Pass again? You know what happened last time. If that strange existence hadn't appeared, less than half of us would have survived."
"How would I know?"
The elderly leader retorted, making the questioning Titled Douluo's expression stiffen. He looked back at the other Titled Douluos, shook his head slightly, and said no more.
Elder Ling's eyes gleamed like an eagle's beneath the night sky.
In truth, it was not as though he knew nothing. As the only Rank 98 Titled Douluo among them, he was considerably stronger than the others. A few days ago, in Spirit City, he had sensed a strange fluctuation.
It was precisely because of that that he had accepted Hu Liena's orders. Otherwise...
As he looked at the city before him, a trace of fear inevitably appeared in his eyes, despite being a Rank 98 Titled Douluo.
"Make your preparations. The Empress is absent, so Her Highness the Saintess is the master of the Spirit Hall Empire."
Turning back, Elder Ling saw resistance and fear in the eyes of the Spirit Hall Titled Douluos. He sighed and spoke.
He also knew that their previous defeat had left a psychological scar