The news that Chen Yang would set traps along the way spread through the entire Northern Mountain at an incredible speed.
In shock at Chen Yang's ability to set up deadly traps, many people slowed their pace and became more cautious.
Who knows if he has set traps elsewhere?
The most crucial point is that traps are difficult to spot at a glance, let alone under the cover of night.
Even with the bright moon, visibility is less than one-fifth of normal.
And this is precisely the effect that Chen Yang desired.
By a small river ten kilometers from the pass, Chen Yang, Yang Hu, and Gu Zhiqing had long dismounted and were resting nearby.
No matter how strong, no one can withstand such torment.
Chen Yang's face was slightly pale, his breath quickened. He looked back and, once sure he couldn't hear any hoofbeats, finally breathed a slight sigh of relief.
"Let's all rest for a while; there might be a tough battle ahead."
