The Divine Concealment Squad, deliberately disguised in the same attire as the abominations, gradually approached the high ground where Chu Han stood through this area. The winding roads and the long procession stretched far from end to end had all entered Wolf Fang's attack range.
The unsuspecting abominations had no idea what they were about to face and simply charged onward.
Whoosh—
A gale suddenly rose, making the windows of the surrounding buildings rattle loudly in the night.
One abomination in the marching group slowed his steps and casually said to the companion beside him, "Looks like the weather's changing."
The person beside him, also dressed in black and wearing a loose cloak that concealed most of his face, gave a low response.
The words had barely fallen.
A flash of white light suddenly flickered high in the sky, illuminating the surroundings like daylight for an instant, followed immediately by—
Rumble!
Thunder crashed abruptly!
The abomination group came to an immediate halt, frozen in place in alarm. They had lived in Yin City for so long, and it was already the bitter cold of late December. None of them had expected thunder to erupt on such a night.
A few particularly sharp-eyed abominations, however, stared straight ahead without blinking as though they had been startled.
"What is it?" one confused abomination asked.
"Up ahead, there seems to be someone on that building?" the questioned abomination replied, uncertainty in his voice.
"You must have seen wrong." A hoarse voice spoke up.
The abominations in the discussion turned their heads in surprise. "Your voice..."
"Oh, I got separated from that guy." The hoarse voice answered calmly.
The surrounding abominations no longer found it strange. As the minor disturbance gradually died down, they continued onward.
But just then, another bolt of lightning flashed.