C810 The enemy is approaching

The dark night was filled with stars and the bright moon hung in the sky. Strands of night fog were floating in the air, and the slightly cold breeze was gently blowing against the tree leaves, producing a crisp rustling sound.

Suddenly, in the dead of night, the lights of one or two houses on both sides of the street were still flickering.

The sound of light footsteps came from afar, but before the sound had even arrived, hundreds of black shadows had already rushed along the two sides of the street and stopped in a shadow.

After that, a dozen or so figures swiftly rushed out. Their bodies leaped, some of them went up to the roof, while others quietly entered the room.

There were a few black clothed people lurking on the roof. Looking left and right, they did not seem to discover anything unusual. After letting out a sigh of relief, their bodies flew out like catkins before landing on the ground towards the group of black figures.

Under the cold moonlight and starlight, the tree shadows swayed in the cool breeze.

"No?" In the shadows, a deep voice slowly sounded out as he listened to the reports of the spies that had been lurking there for a long time. Before his voice had died down, dozens of telepathic thoughts of different strengths and minds were sent out like a formless net, covering the entire street.

Swish swish!

The dozen or so figures that had just left quickly returned. They shook their heads at the few people that had arrived, indicating that they had not discovered anything.

"It's good that you didn't. Then, we'll just kill them by surprise. Tonight, we must destroy the Yunwu House!" A slightly high-pitched voice sounded out like the cry of an owl, piercing one's ears.

"I don't know why, but I vaguely feel that something is amiss. Yunwu House is one of the three great underground powers, logically speaking, we should not be able to hide anything within a radius of a few hundred meters from them." The deep voice of the previous owner of the voice slowly spoke with concern.

"Forest Lions, you aren't that cowardly, are you? What kind of ambush could the Yunwu House have? Don't forget that we already killed a few of their secret guards just now, we can guarantee that no news about it will spread and no outsiders will know about it this time. The owner of the shrill voice mocked in a dissatisfied manner.

The Forest Lions was the sect master of one of the three great underground powers of the Lingxiao City, a powerful Martial King Expert.

"But …"

The Forest Lions was still hesitant.

"Forest Lions, don't forget your current identity. Your Frenzied Lion Gang has made a huge mistake this time and ruined the good fortune of your Young Marquis.

Young Marquis gave the order. This time, listen to my orders and if you dare make any mistakes, don't blame me for being rude. " The owner of the shrill voice was already very unhappy as he threatened with an ice-cold voice.

"Sigh!" Forest Lions clenched her fists. She wanted to say something, but felt that there was nothing to refute.

"You, you, you, come out!" The owner of the shrill voice was a thin man. He raised his head, and looked at the tall Forest Lions with disdain. He turned around and called for a few people.

"Are you sure the way to enter Cloud Lake is correct?" The thin man asked with a cautious tone.

"Lord, don't worry. I will use my head to guarantee that the way to enter Cloud Lake is correct." A somewhat apprehensive voice sounded.

"That's good!" The thin man nodded his head indifferently, he glanced at the Forest Lions, a taunting look flashed past his eyes, and he chuckled: "Clan leader Lin, give the order! Now that your performance has been good, I will speak a few more words of praise for you in front of Young Marquis so that your position as Sect Master does not change. "

The Forest Lions snorted coldly.