Night was coming.

The days were relatively short in the north. To make matters worse, it was a cloudy day, and dark clouds loomed right over the horizon. It was likely going to be a stormy night.

After dinner at 5.30 p.m., three jeeps promptly departed from the military zone and sped straight towards the edge of New Hale City.

“Nervous?” Ye Xingchen smiled as he glanced at Wang Chenghao. They were seated right beside each other.

Ye Xingchen came from a family of cultivators, so he had naturally purged Yin spirits before.

“I’m still alright.” Wang Chenghao smiled back. The incidents which took place at Clear Creek County would forever be etched in the depths of his heart. The massacre of the puppet master and the river of blood which flowed from the corpses of his classmates had been a sight far worse than any ordinary Yin spirit they could face right now.

And it was precisely because he had prior experience in this regard that he began to carefully examine the magic artifact and talismans issued to him.

He had been issued a gourd-shaped artifact that could easily be activated upon the infusion of true energy, as well as talismans called the “Talisman of the Thundergod’s Fury”. Over the course of the previous semester, he learnt that one of the things of nature most feared by Yin spirits was thunder itself.

Each student had been issued with ten talismans and a single magic artifact. If they put to use everything they had learnt over the last semester, holding...