These few people were nothing in Dantai Lie's eyes.
But the fact that these thirty people could pick out his troop with such precision in the canyon, then flee the moment the fight was over without leaving a single trace, proved that the person commanding them was no simple figure.
Dantai Lie turned and walked back to camp, entering his own command tent.
The tent flap lifted, and Dantai Ming followed him in.
"Uncle Ming, is there any news from the Zhao Family?"
"None. The scouts we sent out got as far as the north gate of Luofeng City. There are Zhao Family people checking everyone at the gate. They can't get in."
Dantai Lie sat down in the main seat and poured himself a cup of water.
"Have you found out clearly about Luofeng City's restriction?"
"Yes. The restriction hasn't changed. It's the same as before. When Half-Saint Realm cultivators enter, they can only bring out the strength of the first level of the Half-Saint Realm. The Zhao Family has two hundred guards. A dozen or so are in the Half-Saint Realm, and the rest are all in the Saint Realm."
Dantai Lie nodded. It was just as he had expected. The Zhao Family had been able to win the last battle by relying on the Wuming Sect and the Dantai Family exhausting each other, not on its own strength.
"Tell the brothers to rest early. Tomorrow morning, we cross Green Wolf Mountain. We'll reach Luofeng City before dark."
Dantai Ming nodded, turned, and left the command tent.
The night grew deeper and deeper. The moon was hidden behind the clouds, and the camp quieted down.
Lin Taichu led the team as they crept into the woods north of the camp. The woods were about two hundred paces from