Even though Li Yan had seen Mu's extraordinary skill in killing, as a father, immersed in the atmosphere of war here, he could not help but feel concerned.
Within the woods, it was now midnight. The four people seated cross-legged inside the formation suddenly all opened their eyes.
"Everything is normal. Once we return this time, we can rest for at least a year!"
A deep, resounding voice rang out. This was the first time anyone had spoken in four days.
It came from an elderly man seated behind Li Yan. Like many cultivators of the Red-Eyed Flame-Horned Beast Clan, he was built like a small mountain. His voice rumbled like muffled thunder rolling low, though it now carried a hint of relief.
Although they could cultivate here as well, most of their time was spent recovering their expended divine sense. Divine sense took a long time to recover, leaving them little time for ordinary cultivation.
After returning this time, once all the squads had taken turns standing watch here again, their rest period would not be particularly long, but it would still be far better than remaining here.
Moreover, like the Black Devil Race, they cultivated through battle. The next time, they might be assigned other duties, such as replacing wounded commanders on the front lines. They preferred that kind of slaughter far more.
The treasures gained from killing enemies there would also belong to them personally. Unlike here, where they spent every day either exhausting divine sense or repeatedly restoring it, they gained not the slightest benefit.
Over these four days, Li Yan's divine sense had also swept through the main camp dozens of li away, where he had already seen some people leaving. However, Li Yan had not altered his plan.
What exactly were those people leaving