Everyone busied themselves pitching tents and preparing to spend the night.
Chen Xiaojun returned to Xiao Yi's side, and the two nestled together, enjoying the peaceful night.
As the night deepened, everyone returned to their tents to rest.
Chen Xiaojun and Xiao Yi also returned to their own tent, falling asleep in each other's arms and savoring the quiet night.
At midnight, a cool breeze stirred as more than twenty black-clothed men slipped in without a sound. Their target was Chen Xiaojun's group.
Zhu Yanfeng was on watch. With his formidable cultivation, how could those black-clothed men escape his notice? Standing in a tree, he watched them coldly. "Who are you? Night raid!"
The black-clothed leader did not answer his question. Instead, he ordered his men to attack.
In an instant, the entire camp descended into a chaotic melee.
Chen Xiaojun and Xiao Yi heard the commotion outside and immediately grew alert. Chen Xiaojun pulled Xiao Yi behind him, shielding her with his body.
He manifested the Chun Jun Sword, preparing to face this sudden attack.
Zhu Wuneng, Luo Zhenjun, and Xixi also heard the noise outside and immediately rushed out of their tents.
They were shocked by the scene before them.
"Who are you? How dare you attack us in the night!" Zhu Wuneng roared.
The black-clothed men gave no answer. They surged forward together, launching a ferocious assault on the group.
Most of these black-clothed men were Soul Elders and Soul Ancestors, with a few Soul Kings among them. Their leader was even a Soul Emperor.
Although the initial onslaught left them somewhat dazed, under Zhu Yanfeng and Ou Ya's protection, Chen Xiaojun's group of seven, who had long practiced fighting together, formed a defensive circle and resisted the attackers together. For the most part, their safety was