On the vast open ground, Li Xuanji and his three companions, wearing masks, used their Lightweight Skill, transforming into four swift black shadows darting forward.
Tonight, there was no moon, and the faint firelight of the Thunderbolt Army couldn't reach that far. Moreover, with Li Xuanji and his companions moving so quickly, the stationed soldiers, lacking strong abilities and with weak eyesight, couldn't detect them yet.
Only when the four drew near did the sentries finally notice them.
Just as they were about to blow the horn, Li Xuanji suddenly exerted force and flicked a stone he had just picked up.
The stone shot through the void, piercing the throat of the sentry.
Blood gushed wildly, and the soldier could no longer sound the horn, his body collapsing, falling to the ground with a thud.
Only then did the scattered attention of the soldiers in the camp become alert.
They shuddered and hurriedly looked outside the camp.
