Half a day later, Lin Xuan and his group set off, escorting the Dragon Spirit Stone back to the camp. Shortly after they left, they encountered danger.
The ground beneath their feet suddenly cracked open, transforming into a swamp that enveloped them all.
"Not good, there's danger!" the surrounding warriors exclaimed.
Song Yan roared furiously, drew the long blade from his back, and unleashed dozens of streaks of blade light that split the swamp apart. Only then did the group manage to escape.
"Form a formation! Defend against the enemy!" Song Yan commanded coldly. The nearby warriors quickly drew their swords, forming a protective circle around Lin Xuan. They vigilantly scanned their surroundings. Even Lin Xuan narrowed his eyes. Suddenly, he felt the void tremble as a shadowy figure, fleeting as a phantom, shot toward them.
