Ji Fengyan's expression froze slightly.
The ancient dragon continued to speak. "It's coming from the direction of your army camp. There is suddenly a huge wave of demon aura. Are you going back to look?"
After the ancient dragon finished its sentence, Ji Fengyan had already stepped onto her flying sword and flew back to the army camp.
Currently, it was already late night. There were only two groups of patrolling soldiers in the camp at the Moonset Valley. In the quiet deep night, they could hear only the sound of the wind.
The soldier who was swapping shifts rubbed his hands together in the night breeze, "What's wrong tonight? Why is it so cold?"
"Who knows? The weather has been this unpredictable. I'll leave things to you here. I have to go back and sleep now, my eyes can't even open anymore." the patrolling soldier stretched and was about to leave.
