The night was as thick as ink, and a fierce wind roared as it swept across the ancient ancestral grounds of the Murasama Clan, as if intent on dragging everything in this place down into an endless, dark abyss.
Inside the grounds, a thrilling offensive and defensive battle was in full swing. Flashes of blades and swords glinted in the dark night; the cries of battle and the clashing of weapons intertwined to compose a bloody and brutal war song.
Xu Lin lay quietly on a rooftop, his figure concealed within the darkness like a lurking leopard, silently observing the battle unfolding below. His gaze was tightly locked onto the captain leading the attack. As the fight dragged on, the doubts in his heart grew stronger. Every move the captain made, the trajectory of every sword strike, gave him a sense of familiarity.
Chapter 250