Meanwhile, in the safe house where Waldo first arrived, the atmosphere was incredibly tense.
In the air, a biting chill congealed.
The whole safe house seemed to have entered a harsh winter.
Frost even formed on the walls.
Three challengers looked at the chat channel with extremely grim faces.
"Waldo is dead?"
A gaunt young man, thin as a reed, opened his dark eyes.
His figure almost merged with the darkness, emitting a faint, almost imperceptible aura.
At will, he could blend into the darkness in an instant.
Like ice dissolving in water, becoming one with it, completely undetectable to others.
He belonged to the ghostly clan, not human.
His clan, born as children of darkness, possessed terrifying strength within the dark.
Therefore, although he was only a first-level challenger, his power in the land of darkness was no less than that of a second-level challenger.
But now, his face was extremely ugly.
