That was far too strange.
More importantly, they had sensed no sign of anyone making a move.
Clap! Clap! Clap!
Someone emerged from the shadows, smiling as he applauded.
"As expected of men trained by Chief Escort Yuan. You truly are elite."
The man wore a lavish robe, with dozens of figures following behind him.
But when the mission participants looked farther back, their pupils contracted.
One man's eyelid twitched violently, and he cursed under his breath. "Fuck. Are the people here blind? An army of a thousand is stationed near the Imperial Capital, and nobody's noticed?"
Shit.
Behind the group facing them, Black Wind stood like a shadow, and the dense woods were packed with troops.
They were plainly organized as a thousand-man army. From the way they obeyed orders without hesitation, they were no useless rabble.
That murderous air, cold as the wind, was enough to tell them these were tough opponents.
They knew that armies in some mission worlds could form battle arrays. Once an array took shape, overwhelming a powerful fighter was no difficult feat.
"Haha, it's only a little trick. You're all heroes. Why take this road to your deaths?"
The robed man smiled faintly, presenting himself as generous and respectful toward talented people.
"If you're willing to join me, beauties and treasures, authority and power—even eternal life—can all be yours. That is no lie."
He spoke with a smile, sounding utterly certain.
But the mission participants facing him remained unmoved.
It sounded wonderful, but they were empty promises.
If they had been natives of this world, they might truly have wavered a little.
After all, their opponents looked difficult to deal with, no matter how they saw it.
Unfortunately, there was no "if."
The infinite possibilities of Infinite Paradise were beyond anything this place