A group of people filed out, listening intently to their surroundings, and quickly ran to the left.

Only to discover that this path was a dead end.

"It's a mud wall made by the mercenaries." The Night Watcher at the front, one hand gripping the wall, said, "Smash it, rush out. We might face a large number of White Ghosts."

As he spoke, everyone looked at Hai Tianqing.

"The mercenaries have too great an advantage in this terrain. Rushing out of the cave to fight them in the mountains, amidst the White Ghosts, will unleash the full potential of you two." Hai Tianqing said to the two Night Watchers. This team hadn't been deliberately formed; they were scattered by the White Ghosts and the mercenary团, eventually forming this small squad.

One Night Watcher said, "As long as we can kill all the mercenaries, we'll be happy to die in the mouths of the White Ghosts."

The other Night Watcher nodded.

The Night Watcher in front of the wall said, "Then we'll listen to Siwei. You're the commander now. Call me 192, magic-type, specializing in wind, secondary control."

Night Watcher: "178, melee, agility, secondary shield."

Hai Tianqing nodded, "178, you take the lead, followed closely by Li Weiyi and Xia Yan for support, in a fan shape. 192 and Han Jiangxue in the middle, I'll cover the rear."

Han Jiangxue cleared out her Shattered Space, dropped four corpses, seized four star beads, and nodded gently.

"Why do they call you Siwei?" Xia Yan asked softly, walking beside Hai Tianqing.

Hai Tianqing left imprints on everyone, was silent for a moment, and said, "Because I belong to the weakest team."

Ahead, 178's fists were filled with a dense green glow. Just before smashing the mud wall, he said in a deep voice, "Those Night Watch armies with designations are all Light Chasing Troops; there are no weaklings."

The group's hearts were shaken. So, Hai Tianqing was a member of the Night Watch army!

As early as in the prison, when Hai Tianqing shouted "Captain" to the tall man, the team had some suspicions.

As he spoke, 178 shattered the mud wall in front with several "dong, dong" punches. A passage opened, revealing a pile of White Ghost corpses.

It seemed the White Ghosts had followed the mercenaries in. After their path was cut off, with no one to kill, infighting broke out within their ranks.

Looking at the blood flowing like a river, how long did it take to create such a bloody scene?

Without another word, everyone quickly seized star beads and moved forward. After picking them up and walking for a few minutes, they finally saw a few swaying figures near the exit.

178 took the lead and charged straight up.

Unlike Erwei and other teams with designations, they were Night Watch soldiers who had been guarding the snowy plains year-round. They were not only extremely familiar with the terrain, but also with the White Ghosts and White Ghost Witches.

For this group of low-level White Ghosts, killing them was a piece of cake.

The group finally rushed out and saw the light of day again.

Well, that wasn't an accurate description, because the sky here was dim. Although the stars were shining, visibility wasn't high. Only the flickering aurora on the horizon added a little brightness.

When Han Jiangxue in the middle of the team walked out, she was surprised to find that they had unknowingly reached the mountainside.

Below was an incredibly magnificent scene.

The dense, countless White Ghost hordes were like locusts, filling the entire valley below, with close-quarters combat happening at every moment.

This was the most ordinary scene in the "Sacred Ruins."

Even if these two legions hadn't charged in today, the White Ghosts were constantly suffering casualties.

However, their numbers never decreased; instead, they increased with each kill. Because the Sacred Ruins were constantly spewing out a large number of White Ghost species, occasionally mixed with the figures of White Ghost Witches.

If a White Ghost Witch was present when a wave of White Ghost legions descended, the chances of fighting would be greatly reduced. The White Ghosts would gather around the White Ghost Witch, orderly rushing out of the Sacred Ruins, integrating into the vast family.

With such a large base number, a large number of White Ghosts scattered away, and some White Ghost Witches also led groups of minions out of the valley, flowing to all corners of the snowy plains.

They fed on the corpses of their own kind, and their courage and ferocity as mountain bandits were fully displayed.

Today, the scene here was even more chaotic. A large number of White Ghosts pouring into the snowy plains from the Sacred Ruins didn't leave. Instead, they sounded the horn of battle against the invaders.

Or perhaps, their territorial awareness wasn't strong. They weren't presenting themselves as defenders, but were frantically killing heretics.

Every White Ghost was a hunter and a prey, and when other races appeared, their priority was to hunt down the alien race.

Walls of mud suddenly rose in the valley, forcibly opening a path.

In the crowded White Ghost tide, strong mud mazes were located, and they were still being built, constantly approaching the very center of the valley.

That was the place called the "Sacred Ruins."

At the very bottom center of the valley, surrounded by mountains on all sides, there was a small hill. There were caves on all sides of the hill, and the White Ghost hordes were constantly pouring out of the hill like locusts.

Usually, the traffic here was congested enough.

But today, the outer White Ghosts were unwilling to leave, unwilling to leave the Sacred Ruins and find a foothold. They all wanted to tear these humans apart, so the White Ghosts pouring out of the hill with caves on all sides had a slight pause.

These White Ghosts, let alone fighting, could directly trample everyone to death just by passing through the army.

However, this group of mercenaries was clearly prepared. Their mud walls were tough and flexible, able to be opened wherever they wanted, blocking the White Ghost hordes. The mercenaries forcibly built a mud tunnel, heading towards the Sacred Ruins at the center point.

"These are all openly attracting firepower, dragging us down." 192 said with a solemn expression, "They have the ability to open a tunnel underground. Maybe they have already rushed into the Sacred Ruins and are starting to cut off the space-time tunnel."

"We can only pray that those White Ghosts hold on a little longer." 178 said bitterly.

Faced with the situation where ants could kill an elephant, they couldn't rush into the Sacred Ruins at all.

Not to mention rushing in, even their own safety was hard to guarantee.

The ubiquitous White Ghost hordes discovered the team on the mountainside and were already roaring as they rushed up.

192, the magic-type Night Watcher, suddenly said, "I can blow all of you into the Sacred Ruins, onto that hill. You might be able to stop that mercenary团, but you might also die there."

These words made everyone's hearts sink.

The team members weren't Night Watchers; they were just students who hadn't graduated yet. Although they were all Chinese citizens, they couldn't have the same spirit of self-sacrifice as the Night Watchmen.

"I still have a younger brother to take care of." Han Jiangxue said.

With a simple sentence, whether it was being greedy for life and afraid of death, or telling the truth, everyone didn't have time to analyze it. They just knew that Han Jiangxue didn't agree.

In fact, that was indeed the case. The identity of the Night Watchers was here. They could treat death as home, but they couldn't stand at a certain height and demand that others do the same.

Strictly speaking, Night Watchmen not only couldn't ask these students to do this, but they had to protect the students behind them.

In this regard, Night Watchmen are of the same nature as Chinese soldiers and police.

As they spoke, everyone suddenly saw a figure shuttling through the ocean of White Ghosts, racing madly over their heads.

That slender and huge figure was like a leopard, light and agile, limbs stretched out, using hands and feet, grabbing and stepping on the heads and shoulders of White Ghosts, leaping tens of meters at a time, passing over the heads of the dense White Ghost hordes.

One White Ghost after another tried to reach out and grab the figure, trying to jump up and intercept it.

But the absolute difference in strength made all their actions futile. In addition, the huge figure was too fast and moved too nimbly. In the blink of an eye, the figure had rushed from the foot of the western mountain in everyone's sight to almost half the distance to the Sacred Ruins.

Xia Yan's pupils shrank slightly, and she exclaimed, "Little Pi!?"

192 looked excited, and his body couldn't help but tremble slightly: "Erwei!?"