The raindrops pounded on the ground, splashing layers of water that blurred everyone's vision. The world was shrouded in a violent curtain of rain, as if covered by a mysterious veil, obscuring the path ahead, filled with unknowns and fear.
Just as everyone was trapped in an old inn, full of worries, several shadows appeared like phantoms from the depths of the rain.
Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a group of masked men dressed in black, their figures appearing and disappearing in the storm, like specters moving through the darkness. Each step they took landed in puddles without making a single superfluous sound, resembling messengers from the Hell Abyss, exuding a mysterious and dangerous aura.
Their appearance made the already tense atmosphere even more oppressive, with the scent of death pervading the air.
Shi Feiyang's heart tightened suddenly, becoming instantly alert, fully aware that danger had arrived.
