Under the cover of night, Bai Mo arrived with his men.
A sharp screech echoed from ahead, and faint shadows darted about.
Lanshan, who was at the front, felt his expression change.
"As expected of Sect Disciples, to cause such a commotion."
As the group drew closer, they saw men lying on both sides of the road.
Their faces were deathly pale, as if they'd been drained dry in a brothel for two days straight.
Though it was unclear if they were dead or alive, the faces of the onlookers grew grim.
Just as they united against the powerful clans in the city, they relied on banding together when bullied by other groups in the wilds.
One of the men drew his bow. He let an arrow fly, its head whistling as it soared through the air and burst into a shower of sparks, shooting straight toward the mass of flickering shadows ahead.
POOF!
As the flames scattered, the shadows let out bloodcurdling wails that made one's heart pound with fear.
