Inside the stone chamber, the instant the four eighth-tier Weird Shadows reached an agreement, even the chaotic gray-black haze in the air seemed to freeze for a moment.
The silver-haired female Weird leaned against the stone wall, lightly tapping the crook of her arm with her slender fingers. Her blue-glowing nails traced several cold, eerie arcs through the dim light.
She said nothing more, but those eyes, sharp as a hawk's, had already run through what they would do next.
Find the Migration Convoy, launch an attack, wait for Luo Fan to appear, then strike together—all four of them—and finish it quickly.
The Hunched Elder leaned on his bone staff, the two ghostly green flames in his deeply sunken eye sockets flickering slightly.
His voice remained hoarse, like two pieces of cracked bark rubbing together. "Since it's settled, let's not delay. The longer we wait, the more variables there will be."
The Burly Man grinned, his fangs gleaming coldly in the dim light. His thick tail slammed against the ground with a dull thud. "I've been itching to go. A fifth-tier human—so what if he has Innate Yang Steel? With all four of us attacking together, he won't even get a chance to strike."
The figure in the mist said nothing, merely shifting slightly. Those cold eyes hidden deep within the mist slowly closed, then slowly opened again, serving as a final confirmation.
Just as the four Weirds were about to leave, a low, hoarse voice suddenly rang out.
"Well..."
Every Weird turned toward the voice at once.
The Black-Robed Weird stood in a corner of the stone chamber, its hood concealing its entire face except for a pair of ghostly green eyes.
It bowed slightly, its tone carrying just the right touch of flattery. "With the four of you