The three days passed in the blink of an eye.
As the first pale light of dawn pierced the dense night, casting a faint, lead-gray hue over the sleeping land, seven ghostly figures appeared without a sound on a mountainside at the edge of the Burial Demon Marsh.
They were all clad in the jet-black, standard-issue armor of the Demon Suppression Guard. Their auras were as still and deep as an abyss, their Spiritual Pressure contained so perfectly that not a single trace escaped.
It was none other than Chu Fan, Li Mubai, and their men!!
The seven of them crouched like statues behind a massive green stone. Their gazes, sharp as an eagle's, pierced the lingering morning mist to coldly survey the deathly silent marsh below.
As far as the eye could see, colorful plumes of poisonous miasma, like a phantom's veil or a Demoness's skirt, drifted lazily over the surface of the dark green swamp water.
It concealed all life and truth below, creating an indescribably eerie atmosphere.
