Chen Mo had been using his Spiritual Sense to watch the defense against the enemy, the fallen, and those ghostly things being blasted to pieces, even reduced to ashes by the Martial Artists' Qi.
Yet he did not move at all. He felt that whoever was commanding those ghostly things had to have some hidden trick up his sleeve and might even be watching both sides of the battle from the shadows.
So he compressed his Spiritual Sense into a thread and simply observed the scene without making any move.
Because Chen Mo had not moved, those ghostly things never discovered that there was someone inside a house near the city wall from the moment they appeared until they retreated. Chen Mo had also activated an array to conceal every trace of his presence, leaving them no chance of detecting him.
Even when the ghostly things withdrew, several of them drifted past within ten or so meters of Chen Mo without noticing him. It was clear just how secure his concealment was.
By the time it was past nine o'clock, the sun finally rose, bringing a faint touch of warmth and light to the Ancient City.
As the ghostly things retreated, everyone relaxed.
However, the armed personnel on both sides were filled with grief.
This attack had cost the armed personnel more than ten lives.
Seven Ability Users had received their lunchboxes, while five people from the Martial Artist team had received theirs.
The twelve bodies were carried aside by the captains of their respective armed personnel and prepared for collective cremation.
Normally, if armed personnel died, digging a pit and burying them would have been the most reasonable and convenient option.
However, these armed personnel had been killed by those ghostly things. The skin of every deceased person