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Midnight, within a mountain range.
The moonlight was dim, the night cool as water!
On a high slope not far from the Blade Cult camp, a menacing dragon rider suddenly appeared as an uninvited guest.
The main base of the Blade Cult insurgents was a hollow surrounded by mountains on two sides, not far from the Storm Secret Cult's mountain range, about a day's journey away.
Fang Zhou, following the map marked by Leng Feng, had already arrived at this place yesterday.
After a day's preparation, the timing to launch the attack was now ripe.
Standing on the high slope, Fang Zhou's wide robe flapped in the wind, the dragon horn on Tiamat's forehead glinting with a chilling light under the moonlight.
Gazing at the Blade Cult insurgents' camp below that had finally quieted after a noisy night, Fang Zhou's thoughts moved.
