Valley Night Raid

"Damn... There are so many!"

Sha LiFei swallowed, finding it hard to believe.

There were truly a great many—at least a hundred. Every one wore a drooping hood and a black cloth over their face. Torches flickered with eerie light in their hands, casting twisted shadows across the rock walls like a procession of a hundred ghosts.

The thick smell of tung oil and sulfur mingled with the night wind, yet could not suppress the chill that seeped from the marrow.

"They're all trained fighters..."

Having roamed the wilds for years, the group could tell at a glance that the "black cloaks" moved steadily and stood in disciplined formation.

They were clearly veterans accustomed to slaughter, by no means ordinary yamen runners or household guards!

"Silence!" Li Yan reminded them softly, signaling everyone to hide completely.

He, Lu San, and Wang Dao Xuan simultaneously formed the Yang Seal with their hands and activated their mystical powers.

They were all cultivators and naturally possessed mystical powers, but each excelled in a different area.

Wu Ba, for example, was stronger physically; Fatty Lin could see Treasure Qi; Kuai Dayou's Body Mystical Power excelled at delicate control.

But when it came to scouting, the three of them were still superior.

Lu San had astonishing hearing, Li Yan could smell things dozens of miles away, and Wang Dao Xuan could survey mountains and observe qi.

Working together, the three had a clear view of every scene before them.

Soon, all three frowned.

Lu San's ears twitched. He whispered, "Quite a few of them are speaking Dongying language."

A ghostly light flickered in Wang Dao Xuan's eyes. He said in surprise, "What heavy Ghost Qi!"

As for Li Yan, he smelled a great deal of blood and sweat coming from the iron cages on the