Then... We'll Go to Our Graves Together

The Qinglin Squad had never underestimated the Hunter Association.

To weaken the Hunter Association, the Qinglin Squad had set a trap using Davidson as bait.

Yet the sheer presence Netero unleashed had taught the Qinglin Squad an immutable truth.

In the face of absolute power, all schemes and tricks were futile.

And so, in this ambush, Netero's 100-Type Guanyin had inflicted devastating losses on the Qinglin Squad.

Forty percent of their core members below the Heavenly Stems had fallen. After Heavenly Stem Ding, signifying "strength," and Heavenly Stem Ji, signifying "bending," they had lost another two Heavenly Stems.

The two Heavenly Stem members who had died in the ambush were Heavenly Stem Xu, signifying "luxuriance," and Heavenly Stem Xin, signifying "hardship."

One had died beneath Netero's 100-Type Guanyin, and the other at the hands of Botobai the Dragon, the Zodiacs' representative of martial prowess.

Now, the only formidable Nen users the Qinglin Squad could field were the six remaining Heavenly Stem members.

Growth, Heavenly Stem Yi.

Radiance, Heavenly Stem Bing.

Birth, Heavenly Stem Jia.

Succession, Heavenly Stem Geng.

Heavy responsibility, Heavenly Stem Ren.

Death, Heavenly Stem Gui.

Beyond them, fewer than a hundred members possessed combat strength above the required standard.

With a lineup like this, how could they still hope to contend with the Hunter Association?

The masked old man silently gazed at the Eye of Vision inside the display case.

Forced to scurry in the shadows like cockroaches, how many years would they need before they could take their first step?

That one wrong move back then...

It had left them barely clinging to life, unable to move forward.

For the first time, the masked old man, who had pressed resolutely onward carrying out the wishes of the dead, felt weary.

His spirit and will had never yielded,