Hiding in the shadows, Lan Xiaodie, Xie Zhichuan, Fu Anxing, and Dugu Yan wore gloomy expressions, their eyes filled with resentment and frustration.
The multiple bloody traps they had meticulously designed, thought to be enough to annihilate Shi Feiyang and his group, had all proved useless.
Watching Shi Feiyang and the heroes step into the reed marsh, they could only grit their teeth in secret, waiting for the opportunity.
The flames of revenge burned in their hearts, yet they also understood that the outcome of this bloody battle was far more complex than they had imagined.
Just as Shi Feiyang and the heroes stepped into the marsh, they keenly sensed an intense aura of danger rushing towards them.
This aura was piercing and alarming, causing waves of chills to run through them.
The lake water was turbid, resembling a pond of death; indistinct black shadows swam below, akin to demons lurking in the darkness.
