Under Du Leisi's lead, sprawling military camps came into view. They had all been built against the mountains, and some even stood within the Mingdou Mountain Range itself.
Calling this place a military camp was no longer quite accurate. On the western side, a continuous line of walls rose more than thirty meters high and stretched nearly fifty meters across.
A little later, they reached the camp's perimeter. Du Leisi, at the head of the group, raised his right hand and released a burst of colorful light like fireworks. After that, they continued onward without obstruction.
As they flew over the camp, many of the anti-air defenses below reacted. The entire encampment seemed to exude a chilling, murderous aura.
Although it was still early morning, many soldiers had already begun drilling. Their ranks were orderly, their bearing imposing, and their killing intent palpable.
Camp after camp swept beneath them. After flying for nearly another quarter of an hour, a large oxhide tent appeared in the distance.
Compared with the other tents, this one was far larger. It was hexagonal and made entirely of dark brown tanned oxhide. There were few guards around it, only two patrols of about thirty White Tiger Guards each.
Jiang Che and Huo Yuhao's eyes were quickly drawn to someone standing in the open ground before the tent. They couldn't make out his features yet, but they could feel an overwhelming aura emanating from him.
It was a formidable presence, a blend of powerful cultivation and bloodlust. The man seemed to be practicing his punches without summoning his Martial Soul. His movements were simple and unadorned, yet every punch sent a muffled boom through the air.
Du Leisi, flying at the front, slowed down and led everyone into a gradual descent. When they were about a