The Might of a Single Roar

Time flashed by, and Xiang Yang had already spent half a month in the Divine Constable Gate's prison beneath Shang Commandery. There had been no movement outside, nor had any so-called experts come to break prisoners free, so he relaxed somewhat and devoted himself each day to cultivation and the study of martial arts. With sufficient cultivation and exceptional talent, he gained a great deal.

That night, large red lanterns hung high around the prison gates. The motes floating in the dark air were illuminated with perfect clarity. In the small square, patrols of three men and a dog remained vigilant without a moment's slackness.

Within the woods along one side of the prison, tangled branches and cloudlike dense leaves smothered the surroundings in such darkness that one could not see one's own hand before one's face. An ordinary person would surely have been frightened out of their wits in such an environment.

Suddenly, several faint swishing sounds cut through the air. An indiscernible number of people dressed in night clothes halted in unison at the very edge of the red lanterns' circle of light.

"We'll begin here. Start digging."

An exceedingly soft voice rang out. Cloth covered the speaker's face, distorting the tone, yet it did nothing to diminish the authority in that voice. Its execution was astonishingly efficient.

The black shadows nodded together at the command, then darted down among the trees without a sound. They drew tools from behind their backs and, with bare palms, felt over the damp, compacted soil. After spreading out more than ten meters apart, they began digging.

The small shovel-like tools in their hands seemed fitted with tiny electric motors, tapping rapidly against the earth as they used deft, yielding force to excavate a large hole...

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