As Lin Xun sprinted in the rain and dark, he felt like he had returned to Blood Kill Camp. It was like practical training to break a siege. 

Not only were the environment and conditions very poor, but there were also an unknown number of enemies. He felt as though he would encounter enemy attacks no matter which direction he ran to.  

However, the dangerous atmosphere made Lin Xun's heart pump hard. He was like a soldier returning to the battlefield after a long time. Slaughter, gunpowder and blood were all smells he was familiar with from Blood Kill Camp. 

Only then did Lin Xun realize that his one year of training in Blood Kill Camp had greatly impacted him without him knowing. 

At least, he wasn’t afraid or nervous in the face of danger anymore. 

Before long, Lin Xun detected a dozen cultivators with his spirit sense. 

The cultivators were lying in ambush on both sides of a street thousands of feet away. Some hid in the eaves, some hid in the corner of alleys and some stood right in the center of the street. But each one wore chilling and murderous looks, as though ready for battle. 

The torrential rain and dark night formed...