The sun set and the moon rose.
The forest at night was even deeper and colder. From time to time, the rustling of the wind could be heard.
After cursing for the entire day, the more than 2,000 minions finally stopped. They set up a simple camp and faced the Yellow Pond Mountain stronghold that was located under the cliff.
At this moment, on the other side of the cliff, a figure with a spear on his back was climbing up the steep rock wall. His movements were agile, like an ape in the mountain, as if he was walking on flat ground. It was Zhou Jing.
He acted according to his plan during the day. Taking advantage of the night, he prepared to rush straight to the main stronghold on the cliff and take down the leader of Yellow Pond Mountain.
"My current scope should be classified under special operations, right…"
Zhou Jing grumbled to himself.