Great Zhen Also Had Masters

This was also a temporary camp, though several small tents had been set up. Most of the soldiers had lain down fully clothed. Judging by how they had died, they had passed away in their sleep. After all, even if the military Martial Arts practiced by ordinary soldiers were crude, such valiant veterans who had survived a hundred battles could not possibly have lacked the strength to fight.

Though Zuo Wuji was still rather young, he had always possessed a strong temperament. Moreover, the training he had undergone these past few years had been no small thing; he was even more experienced than some seasoned Jianghu Guests. Thus, as he walked among the corpses strewn across the ground and inspected them, his expression did not change in the slightest.

Before long, Wang Ke and the others gathered together again.

"No survivors. They're all dead." "Same on my side."

"All their left ears were cut off."

The martial artists' expressions were grim. Though they had already killed the twenty-odd people who had come for their lives earlier, their fury still would not abate.

"Alas! These were all valiant soldiers of our Great Zhen. They did not die on the battlefield, but fell to such despicable sneak attacks by evil arts!"

"Those traitors of Zuyue are truly detestable!"

Wang Ke swept his gaze over the surrounding night. Thin clouds covered the sky tonight. Though there was some starlight, visibility on the ground remained poor.

"Everyone must remain cautious. Though we killed those traitors, the one who cast the evil arts may not have been among those we killed. There may yet be danger."

The moment Wang Ke finished speaking, he suddenly felt the seal in his chest gradually grow hot. He had encountered this situation many times before—it meant an Evil Entity