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Just as Ming Xingyun let out a shrill, drawn-out howl, gave the order to retreat, and broke out on his own—more than twenty li northwest of Bao Family Villa, on an unremarkable little hill, a figure in black robes stood silently.
At that moment, the figure gave a very soft sigh, tinged with regret and suppressed fury. "The foundation I spent years painstakingly building... Today, more than half of it is destroyed."
"Infuriating, truly infuriating! Those old bastards at headquarters were careless in their actions, and instead dragged me and the entire Black Nether Legion into this disaster. This grudge... I'll remember it. Heaven Dou Imperial Family, Soul Fighting City!"
The whisper seeping out from beneath the black robe was like ice. He slowly turned, as though intending to leave this troublesome place.
However, the instant his foot lifted, his entire body suddenly froze!
Three hundred meters away, the mountain wind brushed over sparse grass and trees. At some point, three figures had silently appeared there, perfectly blocking the route he was most likely to take in retreat.
In the center stood an elder with a calm expression. It was none other than Chen Hong. Behind him to the left was Chen Menglin, his gaze steady and sharp, while behind him to the right was Yang Jingxue, dressed in close-fitting combat attire, her eyes cold and piercing.
Chen Hong looked calmly at the rigid black-robed figure. "Ming Xiangyun, you chose a truly clever hiding place. Close enough to the villa for you to command as if moving your own arm, yet hidden enough to drastically reduce the risk."
"As expected of an old hand who has operated in Heaven Dou Central District for many years. Such seasoned skill is