In the spacious and bustling camp of the White Cloud Hunting Group, laughter and noise rose and fell, continuing until after 10 p.m.
At this point, the people, having eaten and drunk their fill, returned to their respective tents, ready to drift off into sweet dreams.
The entire camp gradually fell into silence, with only a few campfires still burning brightly around the camp, their bright flames illuminating the surrounding dense forest.
As time passed, the faint noise that could still be heard in the camp gradually disappeared, replaced by a peaceful and tranquil atmosphere.
The strong and skilled martial artists were all sound asleep, some lying on their sides, some on their backs, each in a different posture.
Occasionally, a few loud snores would break the tranquility, the sound particularly jarring in the quiet night.
In addition, there were the crisp crackling sounds of firewood popping as it burned in the fire, adding a unique rhythm to the quiet night.
Time passed quietly until the dead of night, when all was quiet and still.
In the remote and deep mountains and forests, suddenly, several dark figures appeared like ghosts.
Upon closer inspection, it turned out that a dozen or so agile martial artists were flying towards them at an astonishing speed.
These martial artists were all shrouded in jet-black robes, as if they had blended into the night, making them difficult to spot.
Moreover, each of their faces was completely covered by a thick mask, revealing only pairs of eyes that gleamed with a cold light, exuding a chilling aura.
And so, this group of mysterious black-robed warriors silently and gradually approached the White Cloud Hunting Group's camp.
As they drew closer, they moved with increasing caution, afraid of making the slightest sound and alerting the people in the camp.
"Waaaaah—"
The piercing sound tore through the silent night sky, like a sharp sword stabbing straight into everyone's hearts.
However, even though they were being so careful, starting from a full kilometer away from the camp, they meticulously checked every inch of the surrounding land, leaving no corner unchecked that might be hiding danger.
Furthermore, they systematically checked all the security devices set up by the other side according to the pre-arranged plan, but something unexpected still happened.
Just 600 meters from the camp, a piercing alarm suddenly blared through the sky!
This sudden turn of events made everyone's hearts tighten. Who could have accidentally triggered that mysterious and deadly alarm device?
Oh no! The sudden alarm sounded like a thunderclap, instantly shattering the tranquility of the night.
The leader of the men in black felt a sudden chill, a sense of foreboding washing over him. Without a second thought, he roared at his companions, "Charge! Charge!"
In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen dark figures sped off towards the camp ahead like arrows released from a bow.
They moved incredibly fast, creating a sharp gust of wind that seemed to tear the night apart.
Just then, a shout suddenly rang out in the camp: "Enemy attack!"
With this shout, the martial artists who were still immersed in their dreams were instantly awakened.
One by one, they nimbly leaped from their beds, grabbed their weapons without hesitation, and surged out of the tent like a tidal wave.
These martial artists had sharp eyes, staring intently at the rapidly approaching dark figure in the distance, their faces full of vigilance.
In that instant, a group of mysterious figures dressed in black and moving with lightning speed appeared outside the camp like ghosts.
The members of the White Cloud Hunting Group reacted extremely quickly, filing out of the tents almost the instant the man in black appeared.
The two sides met unexpectedly, and the atmosphere became extremely tense.
Surprisingly, all the men in black were wearing black cloths covering their faces, making it impossible to see their true appearances or identities.
The leader of the men in black waved his hand and roared, "Kill—" His voice was like a thunderclap, filled with boundless killing intent and ruthlessness.
Without hesitation, he swung his gleaming longsword and slashed fiercely at the carefully arranged obstacles around the camp.
In an instant, wood chips flew everywhere, and the obstacle was easily cleaved open.
In the blink of an eye, just as the man in black led his men into the camp, a white figure rushed in like lightning.
It turned out to be Zhang Baiyun, the leader of the Baiyun Hunting Group! He was holding an extremely sharp broadsword and had rushed to the black-clad leader in the blink of an eye.
Zhang Baiyun's gaze was cold, and he exuded a powerful aura. He also showed no mercy as he swung his sword down fiercely at the leader of the men in black.
The two longswords clashed and collided in mid-air, sending up a series of dazzling sparks and producing a crisp metallic clang.
A deafening roar followed: "Boom—"
The group of men in black did not rush towards the camp from the same place as people had imagined.
They clearly had a sophisticated tactical plan, with some choosing to advance from other flanks in an attempt to launch a surprise attack on the camp.
However, just as these people were getting close to the edge of the camp, tragedy struck!
In an instant, a raging inferno suddenly burst open, as fierce as a volcanic eruption.
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