That night, the Thirteen Riders of Wild kept watch in vain for half the night. They had invited several seed-level experts and two soldiers as witnesses, but all their efforts were wasted.
By morning, the streets had regained their bustle. People came and went beneath the bright sunshine, but the gloom in some cultivators' hearts had only deepened. Three more people had died last night.
The blood-soaked terror continued. No one knew when it would end. Clearly, some powerful figures had also acted under the name of the Saint Killer, leaving everyone in fear for their lives.
How many more days before they could leave for the next ancient pass of the Human Race? That was everyone's question. They all desperately wanted to leave.
The guide did nothing and allowed matters to worsen. Some even suspected he was involved, and a sense of foreboding rose in people's hearts.
Tension hung in the air. Yet at this critical moment, Lin Yi seemed to have become completely relaxed. He wandered about the city, and as he passed the city gate, he sensed a pair of cold, frosty eyes fixed upon him.
He turned to look. It was the soldier who had clashed with him when he entered the city, a powerful squad leader.
The man wore black iron armor and held a bronze ge in his hand. Standing by the gate, he watched Lin Yi with cold indifference, a cruel smile disappearing from the corner of his lips.
"It's him..."
Lin Yi was certain. This was one of the two soldiers from last night, the one who had visited the residence of the Thirteen Riders of Wild and drunk with them while keeping watch for half the night.
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