This time, the First Boss no longer dared send anyone to smash the gravestone. Instead, he ordered directly, "Take another path!"
The bandits below looked incredibly tense. At his words, they didn't even have the heart to answer; they hurried after the three bosses in a panic.
But soon, one of the bandits at the rear tripped over a stone and fell. When he looked up again, the night stretched vast around him. Dim trees and crows loomed nearby, and among the gray-black branches, countless unseen eyes seemed to stare at him from the darkness. Looking ahead, he could no longer see the main group...
The bandits kept moving, but no matter which direction they went, and no matter how fast or slowly they traveled, they always ended up back in front of the gravestone!
"Caw, caw, caw..."
The surroundings were deathly quiet. The night crows' monotonous, piercing cries made their hearts tremble.
Firelight spilled into the pitch-black night. The wilderness lay open and bare, with nowhere to hide, yet it seemed as if countless pairs of eyes were silently watching their every move, cold and still.
The intense sense of being watched sent chills down their spines and made their scalps prickle.
The bandits grew more and more uneasy, more and more restless.
Noticing the strange mood in the group, the First Boss drew a deep breath and was about to scold his men when the Third Boss suddenly came close and whispered, "Big brother, the numbers don't add up. A lot of our brothers are missing!"
The First Boss's expression changed. He immediately turned around and counted the men, quickly realizing that more than a dozen were gone!
A bone-deep chill surged through the First Boss. He tightened his grip on the saber at his waist. Beside him,