As time passed, the moon rose to the treetops.
The weather was great today, and the moonlight poured down. However, the mountain mist was dense, making it only possible to see about thirty feet clearly.
Besides a few patrol cooks walking on the outskirts, everyone else in the caravan was lying down, snoring in deep sleep.
Ugh!
The outermost patrol cook suddenly let out a muffled grunt and fell limply to the ground.
"They're here!"
Lin Yuan abruptly opened his eyes. Having reached his level of martial arts, his eyesight and hearing were far beyond ordinary people. He could clearly hear footsteps rushing at high speed.
But the attack came from the other end of the caravan.
Before controlling the situation, he didn't want to reveal his strength, so he remained motionless and continued pretending to sleep.
"Ha ha ha, boys, today we're taking this caravan. Don't let a single person escape."
A rough voice broke the silence of the night.
"Kill!" The voice of slaughter echoed.
