The moonlight was blocked by a large dark cloud, even the cold stars hid away, leaving the night sky pitch-black.
As soon as Zuo Nan spoke, twelve black-clad figures each rushed toward a corner of the summit of Mount Hua.
One of the figures buried the explosives along a rope stretching downwards for over twenty meters before burying another pack of explosives.
All ten jin of explosives were soon fully buried.
The explosives were enough to level the entire summit, let alone with twelve individuals each carrying ten jin. This amount was more than sufficient to flatten a mountain!
The black-clad figures were very efficient in placing the explosives and quickly climbed back up.
However, as this figure just reached the summit, he shockingly discovered a pair of feet right before his eyes.
He looked up and saw an old man with a fierce expression, silently watching him.
