Yvelise Ayers’s hand flashed with light, his expression unchanged, indicating nothing unexpected happened.
anwhile, a distant sound of battle cries reached into the tunnel, with the vibrations on the ground becoming increasingly distinct.
"Wait a little longer, don’t rush."
Yvelise blocked Ethan Smith, who was ready to leap up.
He stared intently at the chessboard in his hand, his face slightly grim.
"We can’t wait any longer; these Trolls are about to leave this place. We are already fighting with our backs to the wall here."
Ethan Smith saw a few more Ogres entering, creating a bit of chaos in the camp.
If delayed further, more and more Ogres would likely arrive.
He imdiately charged out, slashing with his blade and directly killing three Ogres around him.
He then charged at another group of Ogres, and Grayson and others closely followed, clearing nearly twenty Ogres within fifty ters.
"Clear these corpses; if the Ogre-Trolls find out, there might be trouble."
Grayson said solemnly.
In his battle with the Ogre-Trolls, he realized these creatures had beco quite intelligent.
If these corpses were left on the ground, it could lead to many issues.
Hmm?
Ethan Smith suddenly thought of his rule of the Orderly Gargantuan Gastro-way and willed it with a slight motion of his mind.
The ground imdiately beca rotten and decayed, slowly swallowing the corpses.
"Toss all the corpses over here."
In a short ti, all of the fifty-odd Ogre bodies were thrown in, and since they didn’t summon any monsters from inside, the ntal energy expenditure wasn’t too excessive.
It only consud about ten percent, and with the Returning God Dan, this level of consumption was manageable.
After dealing with these Ogres, they continued deeper.
As they progressed, maintaining a horns formation, they encountered significant territories.
They recorded these territories with mirrors, which would all be military achievents upon their return.
After dealing with so scattered Trolls, it was challenging to find any traces of them deep within.
From a distance, the attention-grabbing battle cries gradually faded, as the soldiers exiting the city seed to have returned.
The entire Troll habitation forest plunged back into deathly silence, with only the slight sounds of their cautious advance on the ground.
Although there was around a thirty-ter visible distance, they felt considerably safer.
Suddenly, the candle in Yvelise Ayers’s hand trembled wildly, and the fla compressed to an extre degree.
A massive awareness surged over them like rippling water, suppressing the candle fla to its utmost limit as it hovered above them.
"Saifu’s consciousness."
At that mont, the awareness lingered above, as if it sensed sothing amiss.
Ethan Smith’s Nine Heavens Condensing Pupil fixed on the candlefire, which was now almost invisible.
Shh!
Yvelise Ayers took out another candle, lighting it. With the second Soul Candle lit, the fla stabilized.
The aura emitted by the two candles was absorbed into everyone’s bodies, leaving a faint rancid sll on each person as they exhaled.
A few breaths later, the consciousness flowed away fluidly.
"What a terrifying aura; that kind of Divine Soul Power could crush us with just a disturbance. Can we really defeat this foe?"
Drethin Lynos said with a bitter smile.
"And there’s more bad news: once these Soul Candles are lit, they can’t be extinguished. The ti we can spend here has been greatly reduced."
Yvelise Ayers’s face was also quite grim.
Just then, a massive quaking sound erged from the depths of the eerie forest, but the combat noises ceased entirely in less than ten minutes.
"It must have been discovered by a Scout Team. Even for the elite Supervising Battle Team, they could only hold out for ten minutes?"
These elite forces were stronger than all of them, yet if they could only hold for such a short ti.
If Ethan Smith’s team was discovered upfront, escape would be nearly impossible.
"Yvelise, how long can the candles last now?"
Ethan Smith asked softly.
"If that dreadful consciousness doesn’t inspect again, likely about half an hour. But if their divine sense sweeps by again, it might compress to under twenty minutes."
Yvelise Ayers looked at the candles in his hand, speaking again.
"Then from now, we’ll advance at extre speed, recording key coordinates and troop layouts along the way; no matter what, we return by the sa path in fifteen minutes."
Ethan Smith instructed everyone.
"What if we encounter the Ogre-Troll army?"
Fang Xiang asked.
"If we encounter a small group of the Undead Legion, we kill as fast as possible. If it’s a large Undead Army, we retreat imdiately; survival is the top priority."
Ethan Smith said solemnly. He wanted to seize this opportunity to earn enough military rit, but if there was no returning alive, everything would be pointless.
As his words faded, everyone instantly beca one hundred percent alert.
Ethan Smith utilized his Nine Heavens Condensing Pupil to avoid the surrounding Undead Legion to the greatest extent.
The others recorded the coordinates of various positions as gaps allowed.
The mirror acted like a video cara, capturing the coordinates of the surrounding scenes.
Moreover, countless Undead Legion auras were absorbed into the Mirror, resembling Yvelise Ayers’s chessboard.
Suddenly, as another battle cry resounded, everyone’s expressions drastically changed.
Another team had discovered sothing; this seed to be the central team, including several outsiders.
"Ignore it, keep moving forward."
Ethan Smith accelerated once more. Besides Ogres and Ogre-Trolls, he discovered other troops as he ventured into Saifu’s army.
About a kiloter away, the burning firewood illuminated the entire sky.
The voices of Ogres constantly erged from the deep woodland as Ethan Smith and the others advanced to observe.
A strong sll of decay pervaded the area, with countless Ogres dragging corpses into the torch-lit clearing.
They were throwing the corpses into a large black-green pool that bubbled thickly.
With each body added, more gigantic bubbles continuously erged.
Once it reached a certain extent, the bubbles suddenly burst open, and a decaying Black Dragon appeared.
This Black Dragon was equivalent to five Ogre-Trolls in size, and upon erging from the bubbles.
Its rotten, skeletal wings gave a gentle flap as it soared into the sky, circling a kiloter above them.
"What the hell kind of battle is this!"
Fang Xiang’s face turned pale; even a single Black Dragon could wipe them out.
And with the continuous arrival of Ogre troops, many more Black Dragons could likely be produced.
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