Inside the dilapidated wooden hut,
Li Si controlled Belial's body and lay on the bed resting like the other children.
Because these children had all had their minds controlled by the priests of the Hunting Temple, they made no noise at all, lying there like corpses.
Like lambs awaiting slaughter.
Through the window, Li Si could vaguely see the distant Gray Castle.
From time to time, groups of people dressed in different outfits entered the castle, but the castle itself showed no changes.
To Li Si, there was nothing unusual about those entering the Gray Castle.
However, he could sense that those entering the Gray Castle were more powerful than the Black-armored Knights from before.
Li Si did not use Mental Power to investigate the surroundings.
With his strength, it would have been easy for him to thoroughly inspect the area.
But Li Si had a feeling that if he did so, his identity would be exposed immediately.
However, aside from directly probing with Mental Power, Li Si had other methods.
Having made up his mind, Li Si lay on the bed and closed his eyes to rest, preparing for that night's operation.
The night was as black as ink, quietly dyeing heaven and earth. The towering mountains slept in the night's embrace, sinking into deep, mysterious darkness alongside the Gray Castle standing among them.
The castle's mottled walls seemed like marks of hardship carved by time, appearing even more eerie in the darkness.
Inside and outside the castle, only a few weak torches flickered and swayed in the wind. Their faint light struggled to drive away the surrounding darkness, but it was futile, only further emphasizing the gloom and solitude of the place.
The cold night wind swept through the castle corridors, making mournful sounds like the low moans