Burning logs wreathed in raging flames smashed toward the black shadows one after another like meteors. Sparks flew everywhere, illuminating the hideous outlines of three black shadows in the darkness.
Seeing this, the three black shadows immediately let out piercingly sharp roars in the direction the logs had been thrown from, their cries filled with surging anger and unwillingness.
Their carefully planned sneak attack had been on the verge of success, only to be interrupted by these sudden burning logs. The cooked duck had flown away, and that suffocating frustration and fury nearly swallowed them whole.
After roaring, the black shadows retreated as swiftly as ghosts, nimbly avoiding every burning log that came crashing over. In the blink of an eye, they vanished into the boundless darkness, leaving only the acrid stench of scorched matter in the air, along with faint, malicious roars that seemed to linger just at the edge of hearing. Clearly, they were lying low and waiting, searching for the perfect chance for their next sneak attack.
But even though the black shadows had withdrawn quickly, this sudden sneak attack still dealt the expedition team a heavy blow. Four headless corpses lay scattered across the ground. Blood gushed from their necks, pooling into dark-red Blood Pools on the ground and giving off a nauseating reek of blood. Their torn clothes were soaked through with blood, their appearances too miserable to look at.
Chen Mo's gaze slowly swept over the four corpses on the ground. There was not the slightest trace of anger in his eyes, nor even the faintest pity. These Martial Artists had little to do with him, but comparatively speaking, these Martial Artists were still more important than the black shadows. After all, the black shadows were no longer human.
Although with Chen Mo's strength,