"Here they come, here they come!"
A few hundred meters away from the standoff between the Nether Army and the Holy Mountain, a group of strangely dressed people were lying in a patch of grass.
Their disguises blended perfectly with the ground, making them practically invisible unless you got very close.
At this moment, a black mantis suddenly leaped up and approached the group.
"Netherworld, how did the boss arrange it?" Ye Tu, lying at the forefront, asked Netherworld.
Netherworld chirped twice, then swung its scythe, slicing through a few blades of grass which fell swiftly to the ground.
"Go straight into action? Alright!"
Ye Tu drew the sword from his waist.
"Go..."
"Chirp—"
Netherworld made a crouching gesture and gestured again towards Ye Tu.
"So, it's a stealth attack." Ye Tu scratched his head. Although he'd been practicing how to communicate with Netherworld these past few days, there were still some communication barriers.
