Avatar of Yeenoghu!

As the Time of Troubles erupted, the planar barrier had grown thinner and thinner.

The Gnoll King, Yeenoghu, must have had some way to track the Flail of Ages. Otherwise, his followers would not have appeared both times. The attack on Falling Leaf City had been closely tied to the Flail of Ages, and now traces of abyssal gnolls had appeared here as well. Soren wondered how many components of the Flail of Ages the Gnoll King had obtained, and whether there were any special individuals among the followers he had dispatched this time.

Soren trailed behind them.

He did not dare follow too closely. The Legendary Monk had keen senses, too. Soren was not afraid of being detected by conventional means, but of being discovered through Sixth Sense.

It was the most unreasonable means of countering concealment, and the only one Soren could not evade.

Sixth Sense belonged to the supernatural realm.

Sometimes, even deities could do nothing about someone sensing something purely through Sixth Sense.

Awooo!

A wolf's howl suddenly broke the quiet night. Immediately afterward, sounds of battle rang out ahead, mingled with faint, agonized screams.

"Ah!..."

Amid a terrified scream, a middle-aged man dressed as a monk was torn clean in half.

The clash happened in an instant. By the time the group realized what was happening, they had already fallen into the enemy's encirclement.

Gnoll assassins!

Their manes were pitch-black, and they were larger than the gnolls of the Material Plane, yet their movements were extraordinarily nimble. As the monks fell into their encirclement, they were stunned to discover that the enemy's numbers far exceeded their expectations. These gnolls radiated an intimidating aura that no creature of the Material Plane could possess. Only demonic blood from the Abyss could exude such a dangerous presence.

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