They were experts who had retired from the military; organization, discipline, and obedience were engraved in their bones.
Now that they had suddenly mobilized, it was like a military special forces unit suddenly...
Ahem, there was no way to put it.
Zuo Xiaoduo had just stepped into the area where the two kings' territories overlapped when he froze on the spot.
Holy crap.
Did this count as... walking straight into the net?
There were actually two groups here, resting while facing off.
Yes, facing off and resting at the same time.
One group had seven people, the other six. Each occupied one side, as clearly divided as the Chu River and Han Border, neither well water nor river water encroaching on the other.
Zuo Xiaoduo took a closer look and discovered that both sides were covered in wounds and looked utterly bedraggled.
They guarded against each other, but neither made the first move. Clearly, they were buying time to heal, recover, and replenish their qi.
Both sides remained on guard while tending their wounds and restoring their injuries and cultivation; and at this extremely delicate moment...
With an abrupt whoosh, a stooped little old man with graying hair appeared at the edge of the clearing.
The sudden arrival gave both groups a peculiar feeling.
Zuo Xiaoduo found it strange too.
How come there were so many people here, yet I hadn't sensed them beforehand?
That shouldn't be possible!
Most importantly, Little Dragon had scouted ahead, so why hadn't I received a report?
Could all these people be experts?
At that thought, his heart immediately leaped into his throat.
The Centipede King's outrageously high, incomprehensibly powerful strength had left a deep brand on Zuo Xiaoduo's heart. He truly never wanted to experience that helplessness before an overwhelmingly powerful opponent, being