As night fell, all was silent, and the sky seemed to be inked black.
A shadow flew out from Ye Fan's window, merging with the endless darkness like a ghost.
"Crack!"
A clap of thunder resounded in the sky, and lightning tore through the darkness. In an instant, a torrential downpour ensued, shrouding the entire Ancient City in a curtain of rain.
The sound of the rain masked all other noises; Ye Fan, like a ghost, swiftly traversed the city, quickly arriving at a place where little demons from the Demon Clan gathered.
"Swoosh!"
Ye Fan flicked his wrist, directly throwing out one hundred and eight large banners, forming an array that isolated this place from the outside world.
"Who?"
"Ah..."
"Puff!"
Soon after, Ye Fan entered the array, and before long, faint screams of agony echoed from within. If one didn't listen carefully, they wouldn't notice, as the sound was completely drowned out by the rain.
