Luo Feng sensed that numerous presences were rapidly closing in from a few miles away.
Hearing Luo Feng's words, Liu Tao glanced around. In the pitch-black night, not a soul was in sight. He chuckled, "Feng Luo, aren't you being overly tense? There's no one around in these desolate hills."
Uncle Lu's expression turned solemn. "Feng Luo, this isn't something to joke about."
Luo Feng shook his head. "I'm not joking."
Upon hearing this, Uncle Lu immediately grew alert. He knelt, pressing his ear to the ground to listen for a moment, and his complexion darkened. He leaped up and called out, "Captain Fang, people are coming from the west—perhaps dozens of them!"
THUD!
Captain Fang tossed the grilled meat he was holding into the fire and ordered, "Form up!"
CLANG!
