The night was as dark as ink, thick and seemingly impenetrable, pressing heavily upon the earth. All around was deathly still, yet within this darkness, endless murderous intent lay hidden.
Lin Tianchen darted through the night like a Guimei, his figure nimble, his movements swift and utterly silent. After more than an hour of fierce battle, he had successfully ambushed and killed over a hundred members of the Ghost Race. Every strike was clean and decisive, giving the enemy not the slightest chance to retaliate. As the final ghost fell, Lin Tianchen found himself holding over a hundred Ghost Beads radiating a strange, eerie glow.
Having completed his task, Lin Tianchen did not linger. Instead, he stealthily made his way toward the cells where the Demon Race captives were being held. Soon, he arrived before the prison entrance. A lone ghost soldier stood guard there, looking somewhat nervous.
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