Stealth

The night was murky, with little moonlight. As voices grew louder, orange firelight gradually drove back the clinging darkness.

Despite the urgency, Xia Lun did not immediately deal with the pursuers closing in. Instead, by the hazy moonlight filtering through the branches overhead, he examined the divination result in the Yellow Daoist's Eyeball.

The eyeball at the center of the rusty yellow coin had turned cloudy. Wisps of white film crawled across its sclera like parasites wriggling through raw meat, while several yellow-brown spots dotted its pupil.

The proposition "The Man in the Flesh can only be killed by stopping his Ritual" was partially correct!

Xia Lun's heart leaped. But just then, his head suddenly grew heavy, and a sharp, scraping stench of blood filled his nose. As the ringing in his ears intensified, layers of grotesque double images flooded his vision.

A crushing daze struck his mind like a hammer. Dizziness, weakness, stupor!

He knew exactly what this was: the consequence of using the Yellow Daoist's Eyeball for divination beyond its safe limit.

His heart beat slowly. Xia Lun could clearly feel his Life Force draining away. His bones gave dull creaks, and it felt as though his marrow were being sucked out.

Though his body was in agony, he was exhilarated.

He had found a way to deal with the Man in the Flesh. The path to clearing this Scenario was growing clearer, like glass blasted clean by a high-pressure water jet.

Now he only needed to stop the Man in the Flesh's "Ritual." Then he could kill him and end this endless Nightmare.

What was more, he knew there was another way to kill the Man in the Flesh besides stopping the Ritual.

Xia Lun had reached that second conclusion because the Yellow Daoist's Eyeball had judged