A day later, it was a dark and windy night.
The sky, already shrouded in thick mist, was covered by dark clouds. It was so black one could not see their hand before their face.
Even the snow-covered ground was pitch-black.
The Fugitive of Sin stronghold was situated midway through a canyon. It was utterly dark there; so long as one did not enter the canyon, no matter what sounds or lights came from within, they could not be seen from outside.
The concealment conditions were excellent.
Fugitives of Sin had secret watchers stationed on both sides and above the canyon.
Qin He narrowed his eyes and quickly locked onto the locations of those Fugitives of Sin.
One above, two below.
The one above had a full view of the two below. If he made a move down there, the person above would swiftly discover it.
And the man above was, in fact, being watched as well—one link fastened to another.
There were even certain measures set up that were difficult to detect for the moment.
Qin He pondered for a moment. If he wanted to get in without a sound, there was only one way: speed, enough speed.
At the bottom of the canyon, two black-robed men lay in ambush.
One was in a tree, the other behind a rock.
Like a ghost, Qin He arrived at a blind spot in both their fields of vision.
Then he picked up a small stone and tossed it into the distance.
The stone struck the ground with a faint sound.
The two were immediately drawn by it. They exchanged a glance, then headed that way at once.
In the blink of an eye, a dark shadow flashed past behind them. Only two dull thuds were heard, and both men crumpled limply