As Chen Chuan walked forward, he suddenly sensed something. He glanced up; a figure seemed to flash past the shattered opening at the top of the fortress.
At that very moment, inside the Sentry Post, Tong Qianjiang was already standing behind the entrance, waiting with a raised blade.
The entrance was not short, but it was narrow, only allowing one person through at a time. The walls were thick; anyone who charged in would have no room to retreat. The moment they were inside, a single swing of his blade would cut them down.
Behind him, Fang Dawei and his crew were spread out in the open space, ready for battle. On the second floor, men also had their guns aimed at the entrance.
But after taking three steps toward the entrance, the distinct footsteps suddenly vanished.
