Chapter 507 - 486 Second Update
"General Ling, our troops are fully assembled," the lights in the military camp at the Northwest Border illuminated the entire snowy plains brilliantly. Many magic artifacts had been retrieved by the soldiers of the Northwest Camp who risked their lives to return to the original site of Qiandao Temple.
The remaining mages were fewer than twenty, and there were only five disciples left under Qiandao Temple; all were in low spirits, utterly disheveled. They used to gaze at the magic artifacts with gleaming eyes, dreaming that one day they might possess one. But now, whenever they saw a familiar artifact, they were reminded of the horrific fire and the tragic deaths of their fellow disciples.
Those magic artifacts were like mirrors, making them painfully aware that even the mages of Qiandao Temple, with their modest skills, were virtually wiped out by the evil arts of Ghoul Ravine.
Master Ling Yi was dead, and all twelve of Qiandao Temple’s notably famous disciples had perished in battle, leaving only a few clinging desperately to life. Those eighteen were huddled together in a single tent, mute as quails, not speaking, eating, or drinking, utterly lifeless.
The people at the Northwest Camp could not afford to attend to them, as there were more pressing matters; foremost was fortifying the entire camp’s defenses to ensure the safety of all soldiers at the Northwest Camp. Lord Ju took his men and laid numerous formations around the perimeter of their position, and had stationed additional sentries to keep watch on their surroundings at all times.
As night fell, all around was silent. Just when everyone had spent a tense day and was about to lower their guard, thinking that the forces from Ghoul Ravine had left, a wave of black smoke silently swept toward the direction of the Northwest Camp.
Under the moonlight, the shadow moved extremely fast, and beneath it, dozens of black figures also rapidly sped toward the direction of the Northwest Camp.
The sentries of the Northwest Camp spotted these figures immediately, and were startled at first, uncertain as they numbered only about a dozen. The sentry rang the copper gong without delay, and following that, the entire camp clanged into emergency mode.
General Ling had not slept at all; flinging the tent curtain open, he saw soldiers quickly heading toward the camp entrance. Bao Xing and Zhu Ping came hurrying over.