Night shrouded Crossing Peak Stronghold, but the fires burning everywhere and the cries of battle made this anything but a peaceful night.
Yi Yang threaded through an abandoned ward district in Crossing Peak Stronghold, his Cloud-Treading Wind-Chasing Boots letting him land without a sound.
This ward district in the southeastern part of Crossing Peak Stronghold had long been abandoned. Perhaps its construction had failed to meet regulations when the stronghold was founded, leaving it unfinished.
Decades had passed since the stronghold's establishment. Most of the houses built back then had collapsed, weeds grew on broken walls, and rubble lay piled in the roads with no one to clear it away.
He did not look back, but his Illusion-Breaking Divine Sense had already spread into an enormous, invisible net, encompassing every rustle of grass and breath of wind for hundreds of yards behind him.
The turmoil throughout the city became his best cover.
In the distance, flames soared skyward, making half the night sky flicker between light and darkness.
Cries of battle, the thunder of collapsing buildings, and the piercing shrieks of exploding true qi mingled together, drifting in from every direction of Crossing Peak Stronghold. Tonight was destined to be anything but peaceful.
This abandoned ward district had instead become the quietest corner of the city.
It was a shelter for the homeless, a marketplace for dealings that could not bear the light, the darkness beneath Crossing Peak Stronghold's prosperity.
Now, the turmoil had left it quieter than a graveyard.
Within Yi Yang's Divine Sense, the presence doggedly pursuing him drew ever closer.
His pursuer was at the Profound Connection Second Realm, Manifestation.
Moreover, the faint aura emanating from him carried a certain solidity. In Yi Yang's perception, the man possessed the ponderous weight of mountain rock.
He was probably