Qian Ying frowned the moment he heard Qian Wantong say there was no more fuel.
His gaze swept across the valley like lightning. No fuel? That was absurd! Everywhere he looked, the buildings were basically wooden structures. Every one of them was excellent kindling. If they tore those buildings down, they would have enough to burn for three days and three nights without issue.
But it was nighttime now, the kind of thick, ink-black darkness where one could not see one's hand in front of one's face. And Black Shadow was hidden within that endless darkness, possessing strength powerful enough to make one's heart tremble.
An image surfaced in Qian Ying's mind: if they arranged for Martial Artists to dismantle the wood, they would have to enter the darkness beyond the firelight, feeling their way around and carrying materials back. With everything around them pitch-black, wasn't that the perfect hunting ground for Black Shadow to launch a sneak attack?
How could those Martial Artists bring back more fuel while avoiding Black Shadow?
It was simply a vicious cycle. They had initially thought there was only one Black Shadow within this Barrier. But cruel reality had slapped him hard in the face. Killing one had drawn out even more Black Shadows. The one that had launched the sneak attack counted as one, and the one Chen Mo and Ouyang Nan had killed together was another.
So who could possibly guess how many Black Shadows were lurking within the thick darkness before them? Five? Ten? Or even more?
If more Black Shadows were watching them from the darkness like lurking venomous snakes, they would launch a sneak attack with thunderous force the instant someone revealed even the slightest opening. How many people would die before this night was over? Ten? Twenty?
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