Reborn as a Hatrack in the Mystical Land

"How many people are left?" Ni Qianjun, cloaked in a crimson cape, covering his burly upper body, enquired with a hoarse voice, thick with Dark Energy. It had been three days and nights without sleep, food, or water.

"We have ten people left, the Blue Crystal has five, and Silver Scorpion has the most remaining, with twelve. However, they’re all at the end of their rope, too exhausted to fight," said the barbarian, whose sturdy build was that of a young bull, now with hollowed cheeks and a listless spirit. The remaining mercenaries of the Reversed Fire Mercenary Group were in no better shape than him.

Upon entering the Dan Demon Tomb, everyone’s cultivation had plummeted significantly under the influence of the blood fog.

Thanks to the Durian Pills distributed by Ni Qianjun before their departure, the mercenaries of the Reversed Fire Mercenary Group managed to survive these days, but their condition was only slightly better than that of the other two mercenary groups.

Shortly after entering the swamp, the Blue Crystal revealed their true colors, in partnership with the lurking Silver Scorpion Mercenary Group, they ambushed the Reversed Fire Mercenary Group.

Luckily, Ni Qianjun had been on guard; he never trusted Blue Crystal.

They retreated to the nearest Ancient Village. Little did they know, Blue Crystal and Silver Scorpion had come fully prepared this time. They stood guard outside the village, besieging Ni Huo and his men for three days in an attempt to starve out the Reversed Fire Mercenary Group.

For all the mercenaries, for both the attackers and defenders, these three days were a nightmare.

The first night in the village, an abnormality occurred. The mercenaries struggled to sleep, even Ni Qianjun himself felt inexplicable panic and unrest, plagued with dreams of all the Dark Beasts and enemies he had killed over his decade as a mercenary.