That was right—the grassland. So-called stealth merely hid one's figure, but the moment there was any movement, it would naturally be visible on this grassland. Unless the demon spirit leader could fly or teleport instantly. Unfortunately, the demon spirit leader before them could do neither.
Now, twenty-eight years later, she had suddenly been given hope—but that hope was nothing more than an illusory dream, with no possibility of coming true. It was a blow no one could bear.
By the time they finished eating, the sky had gradually darkened. Since the Cliff of Reflection lay between two mountain peaks, it normally saw the sun only briefly at noon each day. Once the sun set, the place became pitch-black.
The Yang clan's sturdy fortress, rebuilt repeatedly over several centuries—the Sea Dragon Fortress he relied on most—was also the place Chen Yifan most wanted to understand.
Wutian smiled. "The flood dragon and the silver wolf have returned. I told them to gather here in three days. Then we can launch a full-scale attack."
There was also a red button on the sword hilt. I pressed it, and with a hum, a red laser blade shot out.
I did not understand what Lord Tang meant, but seeing the mysterious look on his face, I could not help believing him. After all, that guy knew a little too much.
Brother Han was strict about discipline. They normally could not casually bring up colleagues carrying out undercover missions, so he had never teased Huo Sibei about that matter in front of him. But aside from Ryan, he indeed knew that Huo Sibei and Yilan had an unusual relationship.
It deliberately concealed its strength, creating a false impression so that those present would lower their guard against it.
The most unrestrained one was the young man