The rain stopped.
The mountain road leading to the demons' gathering place was long, with hidden sentries posted at regular intervals. The road surface wasn't as dirty and chaotic as one might expect. Even after being washed by the heavy rain, it didn't feel muddy. In this respect alone, it surpassed most small county towns in the Xia Country.
Judging by the rest areas set up along the way, this road was usually bustling with demons, but now it was eerily quiet.
The strange silence was shattered by the sound of an arrow slicing through the air. Someone had triggered a trap in the mountain forests on either side of the road.
A continuous DING DING of metal colliding rang out. More than ten Qi Cultivators worked together: some provided light on both sides, some were responsible for clearing the hidden sentries, and others kept watch on the surroundings. They crushed over a dozen hidden sentries along the way without any resistance.
