Half an hour later, Mining Area Two appeared in their sights.
The mining area was brightly lit, but the guards were clearly more lax than during the day.
The Wolfman War General on the watchtower was yawning. Below, warriors dozed around a bonfire. The slaves were locked in crude shacks, with only the overseers making occasional patrols.
Four in the morning—the time when one's biological clock is at its lowest ebb.
Xu Wuyi and Hong Nianyi exchanged a look and split up.
Xu Wuyi circled around to the east side.
His figure flickered between the shadows, each movement precisely avoiding the patrols' lines of sight.
The tyrannical physique granted by the Hundred Refinements Melting Furnace allowed him to move quickly and quietly through the complex terrain.
Thirty seconds later, he reached the base of the first watchtower on the east side.
