The night began to fall.
The Black Pine League was shrouded in a terrifying atmosphere.
All around Neolle Leocadia were shattered corpses and the pungent smell of blood.
The guards of Neolle Leocadia had long been withdrawn, leaving not even a gatekeeper.
The scene was cold and deserted.
Compared to this, the joyful and festive atmosphere within the inner hall seemed particularly eerie.
"How are the arrangements going?" Hayden Marsh and his three brothers gathered in the inner hall, discussing in whispers.
This place was originally where the Black Pine League's royalty received distinguished guests.
Now, the inner hall was filled with song and dance, fine wine and delicacies, awaiting the arrival of Mr. Ghost from the Mountain of Leaving.
"I've checked the Ten Halls of Yama Formation, there's no problem at all." Atticus Marsh spoke in a low voice, only daring to do so when assured no ill winds were present.
