The group set out, carrying hope and trust, along with humanity's most precious glimmer—self-interest.
Yes, Zhang Yang believed that the potential and strength displayed by him and his Heavenly Sword Gate were both excellent, whether toward Black Ox Village or Black Mist Village.
So the greatest trouble on this journey was those Demon Soldiers and Demon Generals.
But as long as he was prepared for every eventuality, Zhang Yang had nothing to fear.
Ten li from the mountain gate, he saw a gray cloud on the horizon, forever floating above the mountaintop without moving an inch.
At first, Zhang Yang paid it no mind. Who had nothing better to do than watch a cloud? He wasn't Zhang Zhi-mo.
But after setting out from his mountain gate and traveling nearly a hundred li in one breath, that cloud was still there. Although it seemed to have shifted slightly, that alone was enough to put Zhang Yang on guard.
If that cloud hadn't developed sentience, then it had to be a cultivator's Floating Cloud Art. Unfortunately, it was too far away. Otherwise, Zhang Yang could have sent a Formless Heart Sword slashing over and immediately forced everything to reveal its true nature.
"Stop. Trouble's coming. Something is watching us, so we'd better split up immediately." Zhang Yang's response was simple. He planned to take Niu Dou and travel separately. Even though he hadn't cultivated the Sword Flight Technique yet, his speed was still far from slow.
But just after he said that, the twelve Black Mist Village villagers who had been following behind him suddenly spread out, using strange footwork to half-surround Zhang Yang.
Then each of them slapped the gourd strapped to their back, instantly blasting away the talisman paper sealing its mouth.
Twelve streams of roiling black smoke surged into