"What are they... going to do?" A frightened voice, undefined as to who uttered it, accurately reflected the mindset of everyone in the camp at that moment.
In the dark, over ten shadowy figures just stood under the night sky, motionless, as were the ghost shadows above. No, not everyone was motionless; outside these shadows, dozens more were slowly approaching the camp. Unhurriedly, each of their steps made one's scalp tingle.
What's more, some already took a silent step back. This soundless fear reminded everyone of all that had happened in the camp, giving them an ominous feeling.
"General—" Zhu Ping and Bao Xing immediately flanked General Ling, cautiously observing their surroundings as a tense atmosphere slowly spread.
