Black Snow Country, north-northeast direction, in the Black Wilderness Mountain.
A group of more than ten people wearing purple robes stood under the night sky, the cold moonlight making their pale skin appear even more ghostly.
These people didn't have a trace of breath or fluctuation, not even the sound of breathing was audible, they were obviously well-trained.
Even the most perceptive scouts, if not carefully observing, wouldn't notice that there were people here.
At this moment, Shadow Crows silently flew from all directions, landing on a green-haired youth and turning into shadowy elements that fused into his body like smoke.
The green-haired youth closed his eyes slightly, then whispered:
"Total number: 128"
"Shining Star Level: 32"
"Snow Eagle Position: 8 people"
"Sky Patrol Department Special Envoy: 6 people"
"No one around, no aid in sight, it would take at least two hours from the B-47 camp even if a Radiant Moon Level came personally."
