Soldiers in camp uniforms, with swords hanging on their waist, marched out of the armored vehicles. They looked as though they were about to go to war, their eyes as sharp as a hawk’s.

A simple gaze from them could scare away everyone.

Almost a thousand Sword Camp soldiers were hiding in the shadows. Some had already sealed off Manor Nine’s backdoor, while some retreated hundreds of miles away to monitor the situation from afar.

Every step was methodical, as if doing this was their natural in