As night deepened, Shrek's Eight Monsters raced through the forest. Fallen leaves rustled softly beneath their feet, only to be swiftly swallowed by the howling night wind. Dai Mubai led the way, the faint glow of his White Tiger Spirit illuminating the path ahead. He turned to Bai Chenxiang behind him, his tone steady. "Xiangxiang, your speed may be fast, but scouting at night carries considerable risk. Ten li ahead is the patrol range of the Agility Hall disciples. Work with them when the time comes; together, you'll be able to cover all movement around the supply camp. You don't need to venture into danger alone."
Hearing this, Bai Chenxiang withdrew the wings of her Sharp-tailed Swallow Spirit and nodded. "I'll listen to Boss Dai. Having the Agility Hall disciples cooperate with me is indeed safer."
Ma Hongjun followed behind, complaining as he traveled, though his tone was somewhat relaxed. "Third Brother really understands us. These past few days, following the army, all we've done is cultivate and set up camp. I've been bored to death. Now that we're guarding supplies, at least we've got something to do. It's better than sitting idle."
Xiao Wu could not help smiling, her voice teasing. "Looks like we really are destined to work ourselves to the bone. We finally got together again, and before we could enjoy a few peaceful days, we're already heading back into battle."
Ning Rongrong moved closer to Tang San, concern in her voice. "Third Brother, will the Spirit Hall Empire really come to raid the supplies? Marshal Ge Long has already deployed four cavalry legions to defend the camp. They might not dare take such a risk."
Tang San did not slow down. His gaze rested on the faint lights of the supply camp in the distance, his