The next day.
It was as if heaven had played a cruel joke on the people of Daling Village.
A heavy, dark cloud hung low over the peaks of Beimang Mountain, neither thundering nor raining, but shrouding the entire Beimang Mountain in a deep darkness akin to the dead of night.
No matter how the mountain winds howled, the cloud remained utterly still, even seeming to press lower and lower.
It was as if someone standing atop the mountain could simply reach out and touch the clouds.
"Quick! Quick! Quick!"
All the surviving Tomb Guardians and bandits, torch in one hand and an Sound Arrow in the other, paired up to conduct a sweeping search across Beimang Mountain.
But it was evident in everyone's eyes that they were flickering with panic and fear.
Gazing into the pitch-black Beimang Mountain, where phosphorescent lights drifted everywhere, they reached the point where every bush and tree seemed like the enemy.
