At a mere glance, Meng Chao could already tell that this squad of "Elite Turan Warriors" had a strict formation and sensible positioning. Even on the rugged mountain path, with mudslides liable to come crashing down at any moment, they remained highly vigilant, ready to form extraordinarily powerful crossfire in every direction.
And when the lightning vanished and the earth returned to darkness, they melted completely into the shadows like shadows themselves, disappearing without a trace.
Even Meng Chao, a God Realm Expert, could not hear their breathing, heartbeats, or the writhing of their internal organs from several hundred meters away.
Among the Five Great Clans of Turanze, the Dark Moon Clan, which possessed the bloodline of reptilian monsters, did have quite a few experts skilled in stealth, assassination, and poison.
Yet aside from the Dark Moon Clan's scales, these people also bore numerous characteristics of the Golden Clan and the Bloodhoof Clan.
Whether the Golden Clan's Jackals, Wolves, Tigers, and Leopards or the Bloodhoof Clan's minotaurs and wild boars, neither were creatures Meng Chao knew to enjoy lying in ambush.
"Right now, the vast majority of Turanze's elite forces should be concentrated along the northern front, around Crimson Gold City, preparing to launch a war against the Holy Light Faction.
"There aren't any main forces or elite troops at all along the southern border!
"How could a handful of neglected ratmen, unloved by grandmothers and ignored by uncles, possibly organize such an elite special operations squad and infiltrate the Dragon City people's Crystals Mine under the cover of drones?"
Meng Chao narrowed his eyes.
He caught a whiff of danger.
His gaze swept toward the rear right side of this squad of "Elite Turan Warriors."
There lay a pitch-black hollow between the mountains.
It seemed as though nothing could