A squad of soldiers carried two rune-covered Ballistas onto the rooftops and set them up on the high ground. The enormous Ballistas had bowstrings braided from several strands of flood dragon sinew and bolts as thick as a child's arm. Intricate Armor-Piercing Runes covered their arrowheads, gleaming coldly in the night. Once fired, even a Dao Integration Realm expert would not dare meet their edge head-on.
Bi Yunfei stood surrounded by his personal guards, his official robes snapping in the bitter wind. He surveyed the Imperial Guards borrowed from the Ministry of War with a confident smile, then turned and lowered his voice, a hint of ingratiation in his words. "Brother Da Zhi, look at this formation. They couldn't escape even if they sprouted wings."
He pointed up at the rooftops and added, "I had to swallow my pride to beg for those two Divine Mechanism Crossbows. All we need to do is watch and wait, then catch these turtles in their jar."
Fan Dazhi looked tense. He nodded, then shook his head, his eyes fixed on the abandoned shacks. "Don't underestimate them," he said quietly. "They're formidable!"
His Divine Sense had already seeped underground. It had grown so powerful that it was like spring wind bringing rain, nourishing all things without a sound. Even a peerless expert like Jiu Shan would struggle to notice it unless he paid close attention.
That thread of Divine Sense passed through earth and masonry, slipping soundlessly into the Underground Bank like an invisible fish swimming through the dark.
Everything below lay exposed to him. The old man who had escaped prison and the Unknown Island Fiends were indeed hiding here. Only... Linu was nowhere to be seen, nor was Zhu Qiqi.
A complicated mixture of emotions welled up in Fan Dazhi's heart-some joy,