The bright moonlight spilled over the land, adorning the star-filled sky. The beautiful scenery fell into the eyes of the stealthy centipede soldiers, leaving only a heart full of sorrow.
Tonight was meant for a stealth attack. A dark, windy night was what they desired, but this bright moonlight was deliberately making things difficult for them!
Worse still, the enemies were extremely cautious; the surroundings of the camp were cleared, with no place to hide.
The centipede commander leading the troops no longer had the confidence he possessed when departing.
"Master Seyam, what do you think?"
The Centipede Clan, although a grassroots team, still adhered to the rule of military orders being as unyielding as a mountain. Once a task was accepted, it had to be completed.
The centipede commander could not afford the responsibility of abandoning the mission and could only place his hopes on the accompanying Sanctuary powerhouses.
