Five hundred miles from the Yang Family's temporary encampment.
Ten figures clad in black stood silently at that spot.
Their silhouettes were perfectly melded into the night.
It was nearly impossible to spot them with the naked eye.
Even their black cloaks were enhanced with concealment formations.
The average person—
wouldn't stand a chance of spotting them!
On top of that—
the ten were positioned a fair distance from the Yang Family's camp.
So it was only natural that Ye Qiubai and the others hadn't detected their presence.
They were prepped to the teeth.
Clearly, this wasn't their first rodeo.
One of them muttered, "Boss, do we really need to be this careful? They don't even have anyone at peak Void God Realm. We could just storm in and slaughter them."
The leader shook his head and replied, "According to the intel, the Scales Mercenary Group has taken the job to escort the Yang Family."
