PATTER PATTER PATTER...
Fat drops of rain fell from the dark clouds, drenching the area around Sea-Suppressing Pass.
Thunder rumbled and lightning flashed intermittently, briefly illuminating the dim landscape and a simple tent.
Inside this simple tent, Minghai Profound Blade and the others had gathered, silently waiting for orders.
At this moment, Minghai Profound Blade leaned back dejectedly, an annoyed expression on his face.
Because one of his companions, who had come with him to Sea-Suppressing Pass, was already dead!
The blade of death truly hung over their heads, ready to fall at any moment. A chill ran down his spine as he was overcome with fear.
It wasn't that he feared death, but he didn't want to be plucked away as easily as a weed.
The mountains of corpses and seas of blood he had waded through were nothing like this!
'How did it come to this?'
'Here, I have no room to use my skills at all…'
