The Black Shadows silently appeared from the dark night once more!
Beneath the pitch-black curtain of night, one dark, razor-sharp claw suddenly reached out of the darkness. Cold light flashed, and it abruptly withdrew back into the shadows. Immediately after, countless black sharp claws reached out one after another, extending and retracting in dense clusters that made their scalps crawl.
Shrill roars rose and fell, echoing through the empty, deathly silent valley, icy and bone-chilling as they pierced the night and reverberated against every martial artist's eardrums.
"Elder! Black Shadows... the Black Shadows have appeared again!" Qian Wantong's face was pale, his voice trembling slightly beyond his control. He forced down the terror churning in his heart and stiffly pointed outside the Great Hall's doors, toward the pitch-black night.
"Why are you panicking?" Qian Ying barked. His deep True Essence wrapped around his voice, ringing clearly by sound transmission beside every martial artist's ears and suppressing the panic in their hearts. "We spent an entire day preparing, and the firewood we've stored is enough to burn for more than two nights. This Great Hall's walls are intact and its structure is sturdy, far safer than that damaged Great Hall last night. What do you have to panic about?"
His sharp gaze swept over everyone in the hall, and he continued giving orders in a low voice. "Everyone, hold the positions you were assigned and ready your torches. Once any Black Shadow breaks through the firelight defense line and enters the hall, throw your torches straight at it. These Black Shadows are naturally afraid of fire. There is no way they can withstand open flames burning them."
After hearing this, the martial artists whose hearts were still somewhat panicked and restless slowly settled themselves.
Since they had already made preparations during