Unconsciously, it was already close to midnight. On top of Qiu Nanshan, a cold wind continuously blew over the tents. After a tiring day, Ling Chen and the others had already crawled into their sleeping bags to rest. Just then, several footprints suddenly appeared in the white snow about twenty meters from the tents.
The lights inside all three tents were on, which undoubtedly informed the enemy of their position.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Suddenly, dense sounds of air being torn apart rang out, swiftly passing through the three tents. In an instant, the outsides of the tents became riddled with holes, and even the lights within them extinguished, plunging the entire mountaintop into darkness once more.
As the lights went out, more than ten shadows appeared around the tents, slowly approaching them. When everyone got close, one of the shadows quickly lifted the tent flap and then thrust the knife they held inside.
