Fang Hao crouched behind the withered woods, still as a stone statue, not daring to even breathe heavily. He pushed his Ethereal Art to its limit, suppressing his aura until it was no different from the rotten wood beside him. He squinted, his Clear Spring Spirit Eyes fixed intently on the five Yougui Sect Disciples busy on the earthen slope, muttering to himself.
These guys were acting shady; they definitely weren't up to any good! Looking at the Formation they were setting up, the lines were twisted and crooked, exuding an evil aura. The skulls and small banners buried at the Formation core were even emitting black smoke with a 'hissing' sound—clearly nothing righteous. This setup didn't look like they were entering the marsh to hunt for treasure. It was obviously a trap laid out, waiting for some unlucky soul to jump right in!
