In the dim forest near the Han Family residence, the moonlight struggled to break through the thick canopy of leaves.
The air was cold, heavy with mist, and the faint hum of spiritual energy rippled between the trees.
Six figures darted through the forest, their movements silent and sharp, each one radiating a dark, twisted aura of demonic cultivation.
The one leading them was cloaked in black, his body more shadow than flesh. Even his steps left no sound on the forest floor.
Behind him followed five others—two women, two men, and another figure, a lady too, limping slightly, her missing leg replaced by a makeshift wooden crutch covered in dried blood.
That was Lanlan. Her face was pale but her eyes burned with hatred. Every step she took, she clenched her teeth, her demonic Qi flaring with bitterness.
