With a sharp sound of air being pierced, a streak of golden thread shot up from the ground, and in the blink of an eye, all the birds circling in the sky were killed.
The checkpoint ahead.
The sky had already brightened, and there were about several dozen rebel soldiers in a stern formation before the checkpoint.
However, upon closer inspection, one would notice their gaze occasionally glancing towards the side of the checkpoint, at a batch of intimidating secret agents dressed in strange soft armor and black robes.
Ouyang Ye stood amidst the crowd, quietly waiting, with a Miao Blade in hand.
Beside him, the middle-aged magician called "White-headed Eagle," with white hair and several bone whistles hanging from his waist, clutched a red bone flute.
A female sorcerer with a voluptuous figure stood with her arms folded, raising the two cumbersome lumps on her chest, squinting at the empty official road ahead.
