Dark clouds slowly obscured the moon and turned the Forbidden Sea pitch black. Eventually, not even the dirge of the wind dared to interfere with the darkness, and it faded away. Gradually, an oppressive aura weighed down on the quiet mountain top.

At one point, a howl of anguish pierced the silence. Everyone was instantly on the alert.

Xu Qing opened his eyes. He saw figures drifting through the night, obviously targeting the people who had acquired lizard skins during the day. He didn’t spare any attention for the other three parties who had acquired skins. Instead, he focused on seven figures closing in on his position. The lack of moonlight couldn’t prevent his eyes from glittering coldly with killing intent. Almost as soon as the figures started moving toward him, he took action.

The attackers thought that the darkness would be their ally, but little did they know that Xu Qing actually preferred that darkness.

In the blink of an eye, Xu Qing had disappeared from the top of the tree.

There were a total of seven attackers, and three were leading the charge. Of that group, one shivered as his forehead was split open by an iron skewer....