Like a slippery fish, silently passing through the invisible barrier.
Entering the military encampment area, the sense of vigilance was even stronger.
Though it was late at night, patrols of foot soldiers were frequent.
Five men per team, carrying long guns or iron cannons, marching in step, eyes alert.
In the corridors between the barracks, there were fixed sentry posts not far apart, torches crackling and illuminating faces both tired and tense.
Li Yan even saw, in some shadows of the barracks, figures almost merged with the darkness quietly crouching.
They were night-watch ninjas, breathing steadily, barely noticeable if not for Li Yan's sharp perception.
He became even more cautious, following the direction sensed by Wang Daoxuan's Compass, moving towards the place with the densest Evil Qi in the depths of the encampment.
