Night deepened until it completely enveloped the city.
In the tavern, Yang Yongyan watched batch after batch of people stream out from the Underground Arena. Though his face remained expressionless, he was deeply worried.
No one knew how much time had passed, but Yang Qian and Momo were still nowhere to be seen. Meanwhile, the people in the tavern had changed dozens of times over.
Several times, he wanted to get up and reenter the Underground Arena, but he suppressed his impatience and sat back down.
If they still aren't out before dawn, I'll go to Luo's Herb Shop and borrow their people to charge in and rescue my sister and Momo, Yang Yongyan thought secretly.
Fortunately, when a glimmer of light rose on the horizon, Yang Qian and Momo finally arrived at the tavern. Yang Yongyan breathed a sigh of relief and hurried over. "How did it go, Sis?"
Yang Qian pulled him quickly out of the tavern, speaking in a very low voice as they walked. "He has two Soul Elder-level subordinates with him, but their combat ability is average. You can handle them. The key is Zhao Yan himself. His Bloodthirsty Bat martial soul gives him incredible speed, and he can recover by drinking blood. He won't be easy to deal with."
"Then how do we fight him?" Yang Yongyan asked.
A sharp glint flashed through Yang Qian's eyes. "We strike after midnight, when he leaves the arena and heads back to his residence. That road is secluded, and no one will meddle. When the time comes, Momo will use her third spirit skill to stack your attack power onto me, and I'll finish him with one strike."
"Again with you finishing him in one strike..." Yang Yongyan muttered quietly, but he did not argue.
The Breaking