In the night, the cultivators behind Mu Sha were all clad in tight black garments, following behind him like phantoms.
Their squad did not choose to fly high in the air. Instead, they skimmed over the water grass, keeping themselves as concealed as possible.
Though each of them wore a wooden expression, whenever they looked at the figure at the very front, reverence still rose in their eyes.
Although most of them were Nascent Soul cultivators, and the person ahead was likewise a Nascent Soul cultivator, after years of slaughter and sharing life-and-death trials, they had come to know one another extremely well.
From Mu Sha's initial obscurity upon entering the Demon Blade Camp to his present resounding fame, it was all connected to his ruthlessness and sinister cunning.
Mu Sha was not only ruthless toward others, but exceptionally ruthless toward himself as well. Whenever he fought someone, he often fought with his life on the line. Yet in the end, the one who survived was always Mu Sha.
These people knew that Mu Sha's strength had already given him the ability to kill Spirit Transformation Realm cultivators. This had caused his position in the Demon Blade Camp to rise step by step, and no one was unconvinced. He had earned it by gambling with his life.
At the same time, whenever the Demon Blade Camp carried out an operation, even after Mu Sha had attained a high position, he still personally led the team into battle.
Even when the Demon Blade Camp faced its greatest crises, Mu Sha was always the one left behind to cover the rear. This made his subordinates trust him more and more.
By the end, they could entrust their lives to Mu Sha, willing to die for him. Mu Sha had already gathered a