Night fell, and Qingzhou City was shrouded in silence.
South of the city, outside the Abandoned City God Temple, the moonlight was bleak and the shadows of the trees mottled, carrying an eerie air.
Dozens of black figures lay hidden around the area like ghosts, their auras completely restrained.
Yuan Tiangang hid above the clouds, his eyes sharp as a hawk's as he looked down at the City God Temple, taking in every movement below—
He had already investigated with a secret technique. Within the Underground Stronghold, the strongest Spiritual Energy fluctuation had reached the Nirvana Late-stage,
There were also three Void Glimpse Realm auras, five Grandmaster Realm auras, and eight Master Realm auras,
As well as twenty Xiantian Realm auras. It was almost exactly as Ye Junlin had predicted.
Inside the Underground Stronghold, the smell of alcohol filled the air as the Blood Kill Pavilion cultivators drank and shouted,
Completely unaware that the shadow of death had already loomed over them.
"Move."
As Di Yun's voice rang out, the hidden figures sprang into action.
Jing Ke, Nie Zheng, and the others shot forward like arrows loosed from a bow, pouncing first on the Blood Kill Pavilion sentries around the western side of the City God Temple.
"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"
After several nearly inaudible thuds, the Blood Kill Pavilion cultivators responsible for keeping watch collapsed silently, unable even to cry out.
Xuan Two, Iron Wall Ape, swayed once. The muscles in both his arms bulged as he slammed into the ground of the City God Temple like a battering ram.
With a soft rumble, the ground split open, revealing a pitch-black passage below.
Wearing the Holy Mark Mask, Jing Ke charged in first. The World Purifying Crystal on his mask glimmered faintly inside the dim stronghold.
Nie Zheng, Yao Li,