In the darkness, the silhouettes of the mountains rose and fell.
Like a series of reclining giants.
A deathly silence pervaded the surroundings, chilling one to the bone.
Tang Wen ran like the wind. After covering several miles, he hid behind a massive boulder.
Before long, a group of people appeared in his field of vision.
He laid out a dozen or so stones, ready to send them to their graves.
There were six people in total.
He counted them but didn't act rashly, instead observing them patiently.
His formidable Constitution had long ago granted him impressive Night Vision Ability.
Even from a distance, he could see them clearly.
The one in the lead was carrying a small, birdcage-like object.
The second was a Sword and Shield Soldier, the third...
The fifth person was a problem.
He was holding a Crossbow!
'It's probably for a Whistling Arrow or something similar.'
'I have to kill him first!'
Tang Wen gripped the stones, ready to strike, then glanced behind them.
