Crack, crack.
As his boots snapped the dead branches, the young man drew closer.
The faint sound of wind lingered among the mountains, mingling with waves of inexplicable wailing.
The desolate Ancient Pine Ridge grew more and more sinister and terrifying.
The Foxes, who had earlier surrounded the place with easy smiles and unhurried steps, now retreated toward the Earth Mound in disarray.
Their expressions were grim, and their eyes filled with wariness as they looked at the figure not far away.
"..."
Like them, Lin Shu stood alone, and he didn't look much older than Chang Yi.
It was still the same blade, but the moment it was in his hand, it seemed to gain a terrifying edge.
If there was any difference, it was the faintly rolling Blood Bead on its sharp edge.
Only after tasting blood could it be called a blade.
If everyone knew you didn't dare to act, that you were always hesitating and looking over your shoulder, then this thing was nothing but scrap iron.
"What is this?"
One of the Foxes noticed something amiss while hastily retreating and suddenly looked down.
At some point, black qi had begun to rise and spread across the ground of Ancient Pine Ridge, seeping from cracks in the earth and among the dead leaves and branches.
It rose without a breeze, like Black Fire sweeping across the plains.
The Bone Burial Soul Entombment, which had once barely managed to control a single gambling den, had now been completely restored. Without a sound, it swept across the entire ridge at a speed visible to the naked eye!
Lin Shu came through the Black Mist, his figure indistinct, and slowly raised the long blade in his hand.
With this bizarre technique, he had enveloped dozens of Foxes and hired