Owen Bertram's subordinates took turns patrolling every year, and this time it was Greystone's turn.
For Greystone, who has already reached the Seventh Level, this task was very easy. The Demon Beasts that usually came out were at most Tire-5.
About six hundred miles downstream from Summit Metropolitan Office, there is a big bend in the river. The Clan Leader of the Gavin Clan, holding the Pure Dao Talisman, and accompanied by two Ninth Great Realm spokespersons, lay in ambush.
This was one of the many preselected ambush spots they had chosen. More than six months earlier, they had secretly set up a large-scale array in this area.
Scouts who wore stealth talismans constantly went back and forth, conveying information about Greystone's whereabouts: One hundred and twenty miles left... Eighty miles left... Thirty miles left...
