The night was deep, the stars hidden by a thick blanket of black clouds. Heaven and earth were plunged into a viscous darkness, with only a few dying campfires in the Abyss Camp casting a weak, flickering light that stretched and contorted the shadows of the patrolling guards.
The abyssal miasma surrounding the camp seemed to have grown even thicker than it was during the day. It carried a bone-chilling cold and a putrid stench as it swirled silently, concealing the murderous intent lurking in the shadows.
Qin Feng leaned against the shattered skeleton of an Abyssal Demon Bear. The surface of the bones was still caked with wet, dark green blood that glinted eerily in the firelight.
