Under cover of darkness, Ang and Roel quietly concealed themselves. They had already sprayed themselves with a scent-masking potion, which greatly reduced their odor and presence. As long as they made no sound, the chance of being discovered was extremely low. As the wall of fire gradually died out, the surroundings once more sank into profound darkness, and the forest was so silent it was suffocating. Countless unknown dangers lurked in the nighttime jungle. The Guanda people rarely moved about at night, well aware of the terror of the dark. Beneath the thick clouds that blocked the sky, there was no moonlight, and one could scarcely see a hand in front of one's face.
Ang sensed that Keineg's group had become noticeably more cautious in the darkness. They did not dare light a fire, lest they attract lurking beasts or trigger other dangers. Keineg's fury, sparked by Ang's magic, was also gradually forced down by the night and the approaching danger. Using the perception of his mental force field, Ang carefully probed his surroundings, ensuring that he could distinguish between friend and foe within a short range. As a well-trained warrior, his combat instincts played an important role at this moment. Even in an almost completely blind environment, he could vaguely sense the presences around him.
Ang gave Roel a slight signal and slowly moved toward the outer edge of the encirclement. Keineg's group kept a close watch on the surrounding movements, but the darkness had also made them somewhat uneasy. Ang understood that they needed to be exceedingly careful now. He did not want an overly violent conflict with the Guanda people—after all, Keineg's anger stemmed from fear and misunderstanding of outsiders, not pure malice.
However, Ang knew clearly that if the situation truly became irreparable, he would not