Not long after Qi Han appeared, the Demonic Path side's relief troops arrived and sent the demon cultivators who had survived that brush with death to the rear.
After clearing out a few remaining righteous-path troops nearby, Qi Han looped around toward the rear. He planned to travel along the edge of the war zone and its positions to reach his next assignment.
But after three days of flight, he stopped above a stretch of marshland. His eyes narrowed slightly. Did this marsh really cover such a vast area?
Qi Han had done plenty of homework before entering the battlefield. He had studied the reports on the front he was headed to with particular care, lest he stumble into an ambush by some prodigy of the righteous path.
That caution had already helped him avoid many potential dangers.
This time, however, things were different.
The cultivator who wanted to kill him had even more patience than he did.
By now, Baili Fusang had hidden beneath the marsh with his squad for ten days. Even with Qi Han right before his eyes, he showed no intention of making a move.
Even when Qi Han waited for a party of demon cultivators headed to the front to scout the way, Baili Fusang remained unmoved.
"Senior Brother Baili, are we just going to let him leave?"
One righteous-path cultivator watched Qi Han go with his own eyes, unable to suppress his confusion.
"To assassinate a Demon Child as powerful and well-connected as he is, we have one chance and one chance only. We must be exceedingly careful."
Baili Fusang explained patiently, "He stopped in midair just now because he'd grown suspicious. If we acted while he was on guard, our chances of success would fall sharply."
"But it took us ten days just