Hu Shu looked at the people who were about to disperse to carry out their tasks, and said loudly, "This operation is related to the rise and fall of Human Race. Everyone must go all out. We have no way out, Future of the Human Race, it's up to us. Go and fight!" Everyone responded in unison, and the voice resounded through the night sky. Looking at the backs of everyone leaving, Hu Shu knew that every next step would be full of difficulties, but he firmly believed that as long as we united as one, Human Race would be able to overcome all difficulties.
In ZhaoGe City Training Ground, the moonlight shines like water, reflecting a group of solemn-looking figures. This is the elite team of Human Race and Interception Sect who are about to set out to explore Mysterious Faction Stronghold. Wu Zetian stands in front of the team, with a burning gaze, unfolding a map of the possible area where Mysterious Faction is in his hand, and once again explaining the route and precautions in detail.
"Our goal this time is to deeply explore Mysterious Faction's stronghold. Everyone must remain vigilant. Mysterious Faction acts secretly and should not be taken lightly." Wu Zetian said seriously.
The team members nodded one after another, with determination in their eyes. Among them, A Yong from Human Race clenched the long knife in his hand. The blade shone with a cold light in the moonlight. He whispered, "Don't worry, Miss Wu, we will definitely fulfill our mission." Qing Feng of the Interception Sect also caressed Treasure Sword on his waist, with a stern look on his face. "Even if the road ahead is full of thorns, we will definitely find a way out."
Following the order, the team quickly left ZhaoGe City like ghosts, heading towards the unknown danger. They were strong and strong, and quietly shuttled through the mountains and forests under the cover of night. The surroundings were eerily quiet, with only the occasional sound of insects breaking the oppressive silence.
However, just after walking a short distance, A Yong, who was walking in front of the team, suddenly raised his hand to signal to stop. He was keenly aware of something strange. There seemed to be a faint smell of blood in the air, mixed with the faint presence of Spiritual Energy Fluctuation. Almost at the same time, a group of figures in black robes emerged from all directions, it was the patrol team sent by Mysterious Faction.
"Kill!" the team leader roared, taking the lead in charging towards the enemy. In an instant, shouts of killing were heard everywhere, and swords and swords flickered. A Yong waved the long knife in his hand, like a black lightning, and every time he waved, it brought up a drop of blood; Qing Feng's Treasure Sword turned into streaks of cold light, approaching the enemy's vital points. The team members cooperated tacitly, covering each other, and for a while they were inextricably linked with the Mysterious Faction patrol.
The smell of blood became stronger and stronger, permeating the entire mountain forest. The clanging sounds of swords, shouts of killing, and painful groans were intertwined. The strength of the Mysterious Faction patrol team should not be underestimated. Their attacks were sharp and ruthless, and every shot was carried with the determination to kill. However, the team members relied on their strong martial arts and tenacious will to withstand the enemy's attack.
However, the Mysterious Faction patrol seemed to have been prepared. As time went by, their reinforcements continued to arrive. From the depths of the mountain forest, batches of Black Robe emerged one after another, gradually surrounding the team members like a tide. The team was in trouble and the casualties gradually increased.
A Yong's body had been injured in many places, and his clothes were dyed red with blood, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted, and the offensive of the long knife in his hand did not slow down at all. Qing Feng's face also became pale, and his spiritual energy was consumed a lot, but his eyes were firm, and he continued to cast Interception Sect's spells, repelling waves of enemies.
Just when the situation became increasingly critical, the team leader made a decisive decision and shouted loudly, "Brothers, retreat first and re-plan the route! Keep the green hills, don't worry about running out of firewood!" After hearing the order, the team members fought and retreated. Relying on their familiarity with the terrain, they gradually got rid of the pursuit of the Mysterious Faction patrol.
When the team retreated to a hidden valley, everyone was exhausted. There was a damp atmosphere in the valley, and the surroundings were silent except for the heavy breathing of the team members.
The captain looked at the injured team members, his eyes full of remorse and unwillingness. "This time it was my poor command that put everyone in danger. But we cannot be discouraged. Since Mysterious Faction was prepared, it means that our actions have attracted their attention. Next, we must be more cautious and re-plan the exploration route."
A Yong wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, endured the pain and said, "Captain, it's not your fault. Mysterious Faction is too cunning. We will definitely succeed next time." The other team members also nodded in agreement.
Qing Feng frowned, thought for a moment and said, "Why can Mysterious Faction detect our actions in advance? Are there spies within us? Or do they have some special means? This must be investigated clearly."
Everyone was lost in thought, and the atmosphere was heavy and depressing. The early detection of Mysterious Faction was like a mystery, shrouding their minds. After re-planning the route, can they successfully find Mysterious Faction Stronghold? All this is unknown. But they know that for Future of the Human Race, no matter how many difficulties and obstacles lie ahead, they must move forward bravely.