When Han Lei and the two others hurriedly reached the halfway point of the mountain, a sudden commotion shattered the night's tranquility.
The shouts of battle and the clashing of weapons intertwined like the gates of hell being violently opened, unleashing endless chaos and slaughter.
Han Lei and the others exchanged glances, their hearts sinking abruptly.
It's started over there; the Vanguard Camp's actions must have been exposed.
But with the dense forests and shrubs on the mountain, they could only hear the sounds and couldn't see the chaotic battle scene below.
"Damn it, we must get there quickly!"
Han Lei was anxious and quickened her pace.
Hua Tianyou and Ping Chuan followed closely behind, their figures racing through the night, as if competing against time.
