Yang An slowly stepped into the jungle, heading directly toward the source of the Demon Fiends.
The jungle was dense with lush, verdant vegetation.
After he had gone only a short distance, the others could no longer see him.
But Yang An just smiled. He immediately activated his Illusion Technique, completely masking his aura before changing direction and hiding in a tree.
"That guy's aura is gone!"
As Yang An activated the Illusion Technique to conceal his presence, the few people with the caravan looked at each other in confusion, not understanding what had happened.
"Was he killed by a Demon Fiend?"
Just as they were wondering, their senses picked up more than ten Demon Fiends charging out from the jungle in a rapid assault.
They no longer had time to worry about whether Yang An was dead or alive. Their expressions changed as they turned to face the attacking Demon Fiends.
