"Damn... so many people!"
Sha Lifei swallowed hard, finding it somewhat unbelievable.
Quite a number of people had arrived, at least a hundred, each with their hood hanging low, faces covered with black cloth, and holding torches whose flickering light cast twisted shadows on the rock walls, resembling a parade of specters.
The heavy scent of tung oil mixed with sulfur filled the night air, unable to suppress the cold seeped deep from the marrow.
"They are all practitioners..."
Being long entrenched in the underworld, they could tell at a glance that these "black-cloaked" figures moved with steady steps and stood in a well-placed formation.
Clearly experienced combatants, definitely not regular government officials or house servants!
"Silence!" Li Yan gently reminded, signaling everyone to hide completely.
He, Lv San, and Wang Daoxuan simultaneously invoked the Yang Jue, activating their Divine Skills.
