Night shrouded the earth, and the Black Mountain Tribe's camp was sparsely lit.
Since a month ago, when a large number of members had left, many rooms in the camp had been left vacant. It was no longer as brightly illuminated as before.
Three kilometers across from the camp, bonfires flickered, casting their glow over rows of tents.
Perhaps because they did not regard the Black Mountain Tribe as a threat at all, the clan army's camp was not heavily guarded.
Several patrol squads moved routinely between the tents, while sentries lounged against hastily erected watchtowers, completely unaware of the shadows silently approaching the camp.
"Iron Army Mountain, stop. Don't get any closer." Jiang Feng signaled for Iron Army Mountain to halt.
Iron Army Mountain was simply too massive. If he went any closer, he would definitely be discovered.
"When the camp is ablaze, charge in!"
Iron Army Mountain grunted thoughtfully. "All right!"
Jiang Feng glanced at the guards atop the watchtower and continued to sneak forward.
A camp housing more than three thousand people was neither particularly large nor particularly small.
Jiang Feng knew that it was virtually impossible to infiltrate the camp completely without being discovered.
Divine beings possessed perception. Even without actively sensing their surroundings, once someone came within a certain distance, they could feel another person's aura.
Therefore, when Jiang Feng saw a patrol squad heading in his direction, he decisively gave up on continuing his stealthy approach.
The instant he sprang up from the ground, Jiang Feng gripped Hundred Pleats and charged straight at the patrol squad.
The patrol squad was clearly startled. By the time they reacted, Jiang Feng had already arrived before them.
Hundred Pleats shot out like a serpent's tongue, its flaming spear radiance piercing through the throat of the patrolman directly