After leaving Loa's Flying Boat, Selena flew alone through the clouds for nearly half a day.
Anyone watching closely would have noticed that the girl was also heading toward Ghost Soul Prefecture.
An unbroken mountain range lay ahead, shrouded in clouds and mist, with extremely poor visibility. Selena slowed down and swept the area with her divine sense-terrain like this was perfect for an ambush. She might have been stubborn, but she was no fool.
Before she had flown another hundred li, faint sounds of fighting drifted from the mist ahead.
Selena raised an eyebrow and silently drew closer. Passing through a bank of thick mist, she suddenly had a clear view-a caravan had been intercepted in midair.
The caravan numbered around a hundred people, besieged by bandits several dozen times their number.
The caravan guards stood back to back in a defensive ring, protecting two Metal Lifeforms laden with cargo behind them.
The bandits wore matching gray combat uniforms with cloud-and-mist emblems pinned to their chests. Their attacks were orderly, and their advances and retreats bore traces of military formations.
"This bandit group is rather interesting." Selena watched from a distance for a few moments and realized that these bandits were completely different from the rabble she had encountered before.
Their attacks followed a unified rhythm. Those in front carried Defensive Divine Artifacts to draw fire, while those in the rear concentrated ranged Soul Attacks to pick off individual targets. Others on the flanks were specifically tasked with cutting off the caravan's retreat.
These were no hastily assembled stragglers, but an organized, disciplined bandit group.
The caravan had clearly been holding out for a long time. Most of the guards were wounded, and several Lowgod guards had exhausted themselves and fallen back. Only two Highgods remained standing and fighting.