Under Wang Feng's leadership, the alliance army advanced toward the valley.
Just as they entered the valley, a sudden mist enveloped the mountains.
"Damn, why did it suddenly get foggy?" Wang Feng's expression changed slightly as he looked at the misty valley.
"These mountains are foggy all year round; it's perfectly normal," a nearby deputy general remarked.
The troops continued forward, navigating the winding mountain roads until they finally passed through the valley.
Throughout the journey, Wang Feng was on edge, fearing they might encounter an ambush.
However, once everyone had exited the valley, he finally relaxed his previously tense heart.
"The great Tian Jiao, hah, nothing much after all." Wang Feng laughed heartily.
"Sir, there's trouble ahead." Suddenly, a martial artist in charge of intelligence knelt and reported.
"Ha, such a strategic location in the valley and they didn't make use of it. Now that we're out, there's nothing to fear." Wang Feng sneered.
