Night deepened.
The dim yellow light at the horizon gradually faded, while scattered lights bloomed across the city. The faint scent of home-cooked food lingered in the air among the towering residential buildings.
Lin Qiye, draped in a dark crimson cloak, sat atop one of the residential buildings. Two Black Boxes rested beside him. The breeze brushed past his temples as he gazed at the countless lights in the distance, lost in thought.
This time, he had brought both Black Boxes with him. Not only was this a group operation, but if he used Summoning Magic in front of everyone, there would inevitably be questions afterward. Rather than go through all that trouble, he might as well put in the effort to bring them along.
"Everyone, report your status." Chen Muye's voice came through the earpiece.
Wu Xiangnan: "No abnormalities at surveillance point one."
Hong Ying: "No abnormalities at surveillance point two."
After Hong Ying finished speaking, Lin Qiye lightly pressed his earpiece and calmly said, "No abnormalities at surveillance point three."
Then came the reports from Wen Qimo, Si Xiaonan, and Leng Xuan.
Lin Qiye lowered his head to glance at the Rolex on his wrist. It was already 8:45 p.m. Nearly two hours had passed since they had begun staking out the area. Aside from residents entering and leaving the neighborhood, nothing else had happened.
There were about seven hours left until the ritual began.
What method would that Mystery use to complete this final sacrifice?
Time passed second by second. The night grew deeper, and the lights around them went out one after another. Other than the faint glow of a few streetlamps in the neighborhood, the surrounding area had sunk into darkness.
Lin Qiye looked down at the time again.
12:58 a.m.
Four hours had already