Li Baiyu, Shen Jingqi, and a group of their allies hid in the shadows of the abandoned factory, surrounded by an atmosphere thick with tension and anticipation. The dim lights flickered on the walls, casting eerie shadows, as if foretelling the storm to come.
They had been waiting there for a long time, but the target, Li Yuanshin, was still nowhere to be seen. Every passing second felt like a string being tightened on their nerves, making the atmosphere even more stifling. Li Baiyu tightly gripped the weapon in his hand, a dagger emanating a cold, ghostly glow, its blade inscribed with mysterious runes that seemed to contain infinite power. His gaze was sharp and resolute, fixed on the direction of the factory entrance, missing no slightest movement.
