Yue Zhao had never seen people from the Dark Swamp battle before; he had only read about it in books or heard others talk about it. He didn't stop the opponent from playing the flute but instead dealt with the guards trying to approach while waiting for the opponent to come over.
The fragmented sounds were getting closer and closer. Because the courtyard was lit, although not very bright, it was enough for Yue Zhao and his companions to see what was coming.
In the sky appeared a flock of Black Feather Crows flying toward Yue Zhao and his group, while on the ground, a multitude of colorful poisonous snakes, venomous spiders, and scorpions were approaching them densely.
Zhuo Tingqiu's face changed slightly as he leaned beside Yue Zhao.
"Brother Yue, what should we do?" He dared not even look down at the ground, feeling a tingling scalp. It was the first time he realized he was afraid of such dense things.
