The reason Zhu Can shook his head was simply because the mighty Dazhu Dynasty, at this critical juncture of life and death, was actually pinning its hopes of longevity on a couple of martial arts sects!
How utterly pathetic that truly was!
By dawn the next day, when the eastern horizon turned a pale, fish-belly white, twelve figures appeared in the sparse woods of the Yelang Army camp, stretching from east to west.
The appearance of these twelve individuals was completely silent and imperceptible, as if they had melted right into the morning mist.
Upon entering the woods, the twelve immediately spread out in a fan formation.
It had to be admitted that calling these twelve figures ghosts would be no exaggeration at all.
Their movement techniques left behind a string of afterimages as they shifted.
In the blink of an eye, they reached a point a hundred meters away from the special operations unit lying in ambush at the very front of the Yelang Army.
The intruders already sensed danger. Hiding behind tree trunks, they dared not make a single move.
For they could feel that they had been locked onto by the enemy; taking even a single step would risk costing them their lives.
Number Ninety-Nine had already issued the combat order.
Meanwhile, Number Ten and Number Twenty had long since locked onto the two ringleaders.
Of course, they knew who the two leaders were from the hand signals just observed.
Those two leaders could already sense the threat of death hanging over them.
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