Through the branches and leaves, Han Meng could see the sun beginning to set.
'It's tough traveling at night. At my pace, I'll have to catch up with Lanshan in an hour at most.'
He calculated inwardly.
He then looked over at Shen Yang, who was camouflaged in leaves with only his face showing, and gave him a hand signal.
Shen Yang understood, nodded slightly, and returned his gaze to their former campsite.
They had been keeping watch here for about three hours.
Even though Han Meng was accustomed to the life of a Demon Hunting Team, he was starting to feel weary.
He looked at Shen Yang, who remained perfectly focused, and felt a surge of admiration.
'As expected of a veteran of the Demon Hunting Teams.'
Just as his mind began to drift, Han Meng's heart suddenly seized, as if someone had gripped it tightly.
He dropped low almost instinctively.
His eyes locked onto the campsite, where he saw a massive black shadow draw near.
