Chen Ming's feet touched the beach with a barely audible rustle.
He paused for a moment, quietly spreading his spiritual sense like an invisible spiderweb over the whole of Setting Sun Island.
Security on the island was even laxer than he had expected. The guards in the watchtowers were drowsy, and snores and sleepy muttering drifted from several barracks. Clearly, these battered remnants of the Corpse Refining Sect had yet to recover from the destruction of their headquarters. Their vigilance was pitifully low.
He glanced back and signaled.
Fifteen figures followed him out of the darkness like phantoms, landing soundlessly on the beach. Wan Yao'er, Zhao Tie Zhu, Liu Qingqing, and twelve elite team members had all suppressed their auras to the utmost. Their movements were light and nimble, and they quickly scattered after landing, taking their assigned positions.
Chen Ming signaled again, indicating for Zhao Tie Zhu and Liu Qingqing to proceed as planned.
Zhao Tie Zhu grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth, and led five team members toward the barracks on the left. Despite his burly build, he moved with surprising agility, his footsteps making almost no sound on the soft sand.
Liu Qingqing led another team around toward the watchtower on the right. Her movements had always been light, but now she drifted like a wisp of blue-green smoke, vanishing into the night in the blink of an eye.
Chen Ming and Wan Yao'er exchanged a glance, then sprang into the air together, sweeping toward the largest building atop the hill.
It was a stone hall, modest in size but solidly built, with simple defensive runes carved into its walls. Its doors were shut, with no guards stationed outside. Perhaps the Golden Core elder thought them unnecessary, or perhaps he did not want too many people