The cave rumbled softly, but the leader and his deputies were too wrapped up in their visions of pleasure and power to notice.
They had no idea that death was closing in on them, one swift step at a time.
Outside the chamber, Yan Yuehua and the Feng sisters silently approached the innermost door. Then, with a deafening crash, the heavy doors blasted open.
Dust and debris filled the air, and before the leader or his deputies could fully react, Yan Yuehua, Feng Qian, and Feng Yu strode into the chamber, their spiritual senses sweeping through to assess the number of people inside.
The leader rose from his stone chair, his twisted grin faltering for the first time as he saw the intruders.
"Who the hell are you?" he snarled, his voice dripping with arrogance, though a flicker of unease passed through his eyes.
Yan Yuehua's expression was cold and unyielding. "Your end."
