Night fell, but Lin Shuguang still had not returned to Demon Martial. The people in Dorm 317 exchanged bewildered looks.
"Why hasn't Brother Guang come back yet? He should've been back by now."
Xu Feng pushed up his glasses. "He hurried off early this morning and didn't even attend the awards ceremony. The school tacitly allowed it, which means he must have something urgent to deal with."
"You're spouting nonsense again." Pang Hu and Fang Yuan simultaneously raised their majestic middle fingers at him.
The sky beneath the descending night was now shrouded in a hazy layer of dark clouds. Pang Hu leaned out to look through the window. "It isn't going to rain tonight, is it?"
Xu Feng and Fang Yuan also glanced at the dim, overcast sky. "Feels like there's going to be a downpour. I wonder what's happening on Brother Guang's end right now."
The underground cavern.
"How are things on your end?"
Zhong Mingjie stood in the distance, covered from head to toe in mud. His battle spear had just been pulled from a vicious beast's chest, dragging out a great gush of blood. He kicked the enormous corpse away and turned to look at the other two in the distance.
"Not dead."
Xia Jianfei crawled out of the bloody water and spat out a mouthful of blood with a curse. He had just been caught off guard and struck by a palm, nearly getting his entire body smashed to pieces.
A large number of warriors came rushing over from the distance.
Lin Shuguang stood before three corpses dressed in camouflage uniforms.
"They failed." Xia Jianfei and Zhong Mingjie walked over at this moment. The three corpses on the ground belonged to the Daredevil Squad previously dispatched by the military.
In truth, everyone knew that the