Night at Jialing Pass was black as ink. A cold wind swept through the military camp's tents, stirring fine grains of sand and producing a mournful wail. Xiao Wu and the others had only just returned from the Star Dou Great Forest and had yet to fully rest, yet murderous intent already lurked deep within the camp.
Inside Golden Crocodile Douluo's tent, candlelight flickered over his wrinkled yet still imposing face. "Second Worship, the elite squad has already departed. They will surely uncover Lin Zhixia's true condition," a man in black reported with a respectful bow. Golden Crocodile Douluo snorted coldly, his fingers tapping against the table. "Seclusion? I'd like to see what trick they're playing. If she truly froze herself to stop herself from killing Bibi Dong, then Lin Zhixia cannot be allowed to live."
In the darkness, five black shadows moved like ghosts through the military camp, swift and silent. They were the elite squad dispatched by Golden Crocodile Douluo. The squad captain had a grave presence, and his Spirit Power Fluctuation was carefully concealed. He was actually a Level 95 Assault System Titled Douluo. The other four were all Soul Douluo above level 80. Such a lineup was more than enough to handle an ordinary Titled Douluo.
"This is the place." The captain lowered his voice, his gaze fixed on the unusually quiet tent ahead. Outside it, Ma Hongjun and Dai Mubai stood side by side. A faint fiery aura surrounded the former, while the latter stood as steady as a deep pool and towering mountain. Both wore wary expressions as their eyes swept the darkness around them.
"Who's there?" Dai Mubai sensed the disturbance first, his low shout tearing through the night. Ma Hongjun immediately summoned his Phoenix Spirit, blazing flames igniting in his palm and