At dawn, the ancient Nether City was shrouded in an eerie gray mist. Yun Xiao stood high upon the city wall, gazing into the distance at the black magic tower piercing straight into the clouds. The tower was wrapped in tangible black demonic energy, clearly visible even in the dim light.
"Mr. Ling, everything is ready," Leng Shuang's voice came from behind him.
Yun Xiao turned to see twenty-two female disciples of the Palace of Frost and Cold fully prepared. Fatigue still lingered on their faces, but their eyes were unusually resolute. The female disciple wounded by demonic poison had been placed on a makeshift stretcher, carried in turns by two of her fellow disciples. Her condition was worse than the previous night; her entire face had turned a grayish-black, and her breathing was so faint it was almost imperceptible.
Chapter 592