With various factions deliberately or inadvertently turning a blind eye, the Zhou Family had fallen deep into their demonic state. Each one possessed formidable strength, and they were bolstered by the 'Walking Corpses' created with the Netherworld Curse.
The Zhou Mansion had long since become a veritable deathtrap, a demon's lair that devoured men.
It wasn't just the people from San Fen Hall who had run into trouble; the other two teams faced the same predicament. Within the thick fog, battles erupted everywhere, accompanied by an unending chorus of shouts and blood-curdling screams.
「In the Zhou Mansion's side courtyard.」
Old Master Sunx's eyes were downcast. He leaned on his steel cane, an invisible aura swirling around him.
"We've known each other for over seventy years. We were childhood playmates, sworn friends, confidants, and enemies..."
"Time flies. The children who once played together are now old men with one foot in the grave."
