Zhang Qiang and the mercenaries had wandered the mountain all night, both physically and mentally exhausted, relying only on their survival instinct to keep going.
At Qin Feng's shout, they tensed up and all disengaged their safeties, ready for battle.
At that moment, a sudden wail came from the rear of the team.
Over a dozen vines coiled around two or three soldiers, and with a whoosh, yanked them apart in both directions.
No one had even reacted before the soldiers had vanished without a trace.
Little Gu gasped in surprise, "Dad, there's a strange spiritual power interfering with my mind."
Qin Feng's brow furrowed. He took a Five Thunders Talisman from his Storage Ring and said, "Little Gu, can your spiritual power activate this talisman?"
Little Gu probed with his spiritual power, chirping, "Of course I can, but once I use it, I'll have to sleep for a while!"
Qin Feng responded immediately, "Alright, I'll teach you the spell—let's have the Old Demon get a taste of this!"
