On the vast wasteland away from Citong.
The sea is on the right, and the dark forest is on the left.
In front is the gradually brightening golden horizon, where clouds and mountains connect, and a large area is slowly being illuminated.
Zhu Wanguo, along with Han Jia, Ping'Er, and a group of more than a dozen swift body technique experts from the secret sect, headed toward another secret sect base.
None of them looked back, burying their heads in an all-out sprint, fearing that some might catch up from behind.
Suddenly, Zhu Wanguo halted abruptly, stopping in his tracks.
"Watch your step!" he shouted in warning.
But he was a step too late.
With a swish, a large net suddenly lifted from the ground, trapping at least half of them.
The few who weren't caught immediately drew their sabers and slashed forward.
But hidden weapons were flying densely around, interrupting their actions.
The few began desperately blocking the hidden weapons, unable to attend to the net.
