Greenwood City, late at night.
As the Guard Army gradually relaxed martial law, some prosperity had returned to the city, but the nighttime curfew had yet to be lifted.
The city streets were utterly silent, broken only by the occasional bark of a dog in the distance.
Outside the old Manor in the West District.
A tall figure appeared on the long street. His keen, glittering eyes settled on the Manor, carrying a hint of coldness. As a breeze swept past, he vanished from the spot.
Like a phantom melting into the night, he silently crossed the Manor's modest wall.
His movements were agile, his landing soundless. He glanced at the Manor's old furnishings, a cold smile appearing on his face. Who else could it be but Wan Zhong, who had just broken through to Erosion Martial?
His eyes were dark and vicious, tinged with hatred and ferocity.
Wan Huo's death had pierced him to the heart. The anger bottled up inside him desperately needed an outlet.
And Li Wei, who had once gravely injured Wan Huo, was undoubtedly the ideal target.
Had he not spent this time in seclusion attempting his breakthrough, he might have secretly disposed of him long ago.
But now that he had broken through and officially entered the Martial Corrosion Realm, his last shred of apprehension had vanished completely.
"So what if that bitch Yue Hongya is here? At most, she can fight me to a draw. Let's see just how much this brat weighs on the scales..."
He could do nothing about the Crimson Prison Society, that thoroughly rotten cult, but venting his anger on the Iron Bone Martial Hall could not have been simpler.
"Rest easy, Huo'er. Soon, I'll make the brat who humiliated you pay."
With that thought, he spread his perception