Xiao Yan looked in the direction Wu Hao and his group had left, and a sense of foreboding washed over him.
The group left the camp by heading towards the area where the Blood Sect was lying in ambush.
If you walk another two or three miles, you will enter the range of the Blood Sect spies.
Given Fan Lao's personality, he would show no mercy if he found a Jia Nan Academy student alone.
We must find a way to save them.
Xiao Yan quickly calculated in his mind. He couldn't reveal his identity, but he also couldn't just stand by and watch Xiao Huohuo's friend die at the hands of the Blood Sect.
A moment later, he had an idea.
Xiao Yan quietly slid down from the tree and disappeared into the depths of the dense forest. After confirming that no one was around, he had a thought.
Soul Division Martial Soul quietly emerged.
A dark, shadowy figure separated from his body, almost imperceptible in the shadows of the forest.
Second Martial Soul - Soul Division.
The Soul Division Martial Soul condensed into a human form, looking exactly like Xiao Yan, but entirely black.
"Go," Xiao Yan said in a low voice.
The Soul Division Martial Soul silently swept towards Wu Hao and the others, its speed even three points faster than Xiao Yan's main body.
It has no physical form, but is merely a phantom formed from a condensed soul, moving through the forest like a ghost.
Xiao Yan turned around and headed towards the Blood Sect camp.
In the Jia Nan Academy group, Wu Hao walked in the middle, gripping the black broadsword tightly in his hand, his eyes scanning the surroundings warily.
He volunteered to come to Black-Corner Region this time in order to hone his combat skills.
Since Xiao Huohuo was consumed by the Fallen Heart Flame, the atmosphere in the Inner Academy has become much more oppressive.
Zi Yan spent all her time inside the Blazing Sky Qi Refining Tower, and Lin Yan and Hu Jia also became taciturn.
He wants to become stronger.
Strong enough to protect those you want to protect.
" Wu Hao, what are you thinking about?" a student next to him asked.
Wu Hao shook his head.
"It's nothing. Everyone, stay alert Black-Corner Region is not like the academy; we could encounter danger at any time."
The middle-aged instructor leading the group turned around and glanced at him, nodding approvingly.
" Wu Hao is right. The Black-Corner Region is a lawless land. The hatred between us and the forces in the Black-Corner Region is irreconcilable. We cannot let our guard down."
Stay close, don't fall behind.
The group continued onward, passing through a dense forest, where a stream appeared ahead.
Just as the team leader was about to order a break, he suddenly frowned and turned around abruptly.
"Who?!"
Everyone immediately became alert and drew their weapons.
The woods were silent.
The only sound was the rustling of leaves in the wind.
"Mentor, are you sure you're not mistaken?" a student asked in a low voice.
The team leader didn't answer, his gaze fixed on the depths of the woods. He had clearly felt a gaze watching them, but it vanished in an instant.
"It might be a wild animal," another mentor said.
The team leader paused for a moment, then nodded.
"Keep going. Speed up, don't waste time on the road."
The team set off again.
No one noticed that in the shadows at the very back of the group, a dark, shadowy figure was silently following.
Xiao Yan's Soul Division Martial Soul followed behind the group. He had deliberately left an opening earlier, otherwise the leading instructor would never have been able to detect him.
He was just trying to raise their awareness.
Soon, Xiao Yan locked onto his target—the boy carrying a large black sword.
The Soul Division Martial Soul accelerated and silently drifted behind Wu Hao.
It has no physical form, makes no sound, and cannot be sensed by Dou Qi —unless the opponent is a powerful individual with extremely strong Spiritual Soul Power.
Wu Hao was completely unaware.
The Soul Division Martial Soul extended its dark hand and gently patted Wu Hao's shoulder.
Wu Hao suddenly turned around, his broadsword sweeping horizontally!
The blade sliced through the air with a sharp whistling sound, but missed its target.
There was nothing behind him.
"What's wrong?" the student in front asked, turning around.
Wu Hao frowned.
"It's nothing. I was probably just too nervous."
He turned around and continued walking.
But just as he turned around, a voice rang in his ear.
"There's an ambush ahead. The Blood Sect members are in the ravine three miles away. Go back immediately and notify the camp to evacuate."
Wu Hao's body stiffened abruptly!
The voice was very soft and faint, yet incredibly clear.
He turned around abruptly and looked behind him again.
Still, there was no one there.
"Who is it?!" he hissed.
No one answered.
The students next to him looked at him with a puzzled expression.
" Wu Hao, what's wrong with you?"
Wu Hao took a deep breath, suppressing his shock. He looked at the team leader, quickly stepped forward, and whispered in the mentor's ear.
Immediately, the instructor's expression changed drastically, and he stared intently at Wu Hao.
Wu Hao's expression calmed down considerably at this moment, and he simply said:
"Professor, I'm not feeling well, could I go back first?"
The team leader glanced at him and immediately said:
"Alright. You two, go back with Wu Hao. The rest of you, continue onward."
"Yes."
The two students who had been called upon by the instructor accompanied Wu Hao as they turned and walked towards the camp, while the rest followed behind the instructor and continued on their way.
However, they didn't realize that under their mentor's guidance, their direction had veered far off course, and their pace had slowed down.
After walking a short distance, Wu Hao suddenly quickened his pace and said to the two people beside him:
"Leave immediately!"
" Wu Hao, what happened?"
Wu Hao didn't answer, he just walked faster and faster.
He had only one thought in his mind—with such a powerful method of transmitting sound, this senior's strength far surpassed his own. This news, whether true or false, had to be treated with utmost caution.
Moreover, Wu Hao had a gut feeling that the news was true!
If that's true, then the camp is in danger.
Xiao Yan's Soul Division Martial Soul watched Wu Hao walk back and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
This kid is pretty clever.
It did not continue to follow, but turned and flew towards the Blood Sect camp.
Xiao Yan needed to know the situation on Fan Lao's side.
Blood Sect Camp.
Xiao Yan's main body has returned to the camp and found Fan Lao.
" Sect Leader Fan, I've already scouted the area."
Fan Lao hurriedly asked, "How is it?"
Xiao Yan drew a simple sketch on the ground.
"There are indeed new recruits at the training camp, about sixty or seventy people, and six or seven mentors."
However, I just saw a group of people leave the camp and head this way.
Fan Lao's eyes lit up.
How many people?
"There are more than a dozen, and the leader should be a Dou Wang- level instructor. The others are all at the Da Dou Shi level."
Fan Lao rubbed his hands together.
"A dozen or so... not many, but we can arrest them first and interrogate them for information about the camp."
Xiao Yan nodded.
"That's what I was thinking too. However, Sect Leader Fan, we're too close to the camp right now."
"If we make a move here, the camp will easily notice. Then they'll be on guard, and it'll be much harder to attack."
Fan Lao thought about it and felt it made sense.
" Brother Tang is right. So what do you mean?"
Xiao Yan pointed to a valley on the map that was far from the camp.
"Let them go a little further. We'll make our move once they've entered this valley. It's far from the camp, so even if there's any noise, the camp won't hear it."
Fan Lao glanced at it and nodded, saying:
"Okay. Let them walk a little further then."
He turned around and gave an order to the Blood Sect disciples behind him:
"Everyone, listen up! Stay put and wait for my signal before proceeding."
"Yes!"
Xiao Yan watched Fan Lao's retreating figure and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
The first step was a success.
Next, it depends on whether Wu Hao can notify the camp to move in time.
Wu Hao jogged all the way back to the training camp.
The camp participants saw him and asked in confusion:
" Wu Hao? Why are you back? Weren't you out on patrol?"
I have important business to discuss with several professors.
Wu Hao spoke quickly, then rushed straight to the tent in the center of the camp. Two students not far behind him returned to the camp, panting, with puzzled expressions on their faces.
In the camp, several instructors were discussing matters. They were all stunned when Wu Hao rushed in.
" Wu Hao? What happened?"
Wu Hao took a deep breath and recounted what had just happened.
The instructors' expressions changed drastically.
Just as Wu Hao guessed, they didn't believe that a powerful person with such methods would deliberately deceive them.
Moreover, regardless of whether it's true or false, now that they know, they must be responsible for these students!
The leading elder hesitated for a moment before speaking directly:
"Pass down the order: everyone pack your things immediately and prepare to move!"
"Elder, isn't this too hasty?" one of the instructors asked hesitantly.
Elder Mu shook his head.
"It's better to believe it's true than not. You all know the character of those people in the Black-Corner Region. Hurry up!"
The camp immediately sprang into action.
The trainees busily packed their luggage and supplies. In less than half an hour, the entire camp was ready.
Elder Mu stood at the camp gate, taking one last look at the stronghold he had been operating for many years.
"Go! Retreat to the academy immediately!"
They were now aware of the situation between the Jia Nan Academy and Black-Corner Region, so Elder Mu made a decisive decision.
"You all escort them back to the academy immediately. I'll go and meet Instructor Lei and the others."
Instructor Lei was the same team that led Wu Hao away from the camp earlier; Elder Mu couldn't possibly abandon them.
Unbeknownst to anyone, in the woods outside the camp, a dark figure blended into the shadows, silently watching them leave.