“Don’t look at them.” Qin Ye’s voice suddenly sounded in their ears, “Their elites won’t be any worse than the Yang Clan generals. They’ll be incredibly sensitive to the sight of people. Besides, it’s not them that you should be paying attention to. Look over there.”

Wang Chenghao twisted his body and glanced over towards the prompt.

He noticed for the very first time that there were some figures that stood out among the throng of the living dead.

They were wearing black robes, almost as though they were the monks of a sect. They wore black crosses, and carried pitch-black chains in their left hand and a green lantern in their right.

Their robes were torn and tattered, but their hoods still managed to conceal their appearances completely. That said, Wang Chenghao could see that their bodies were all drifting slightly above the ground.

The Russian Underworld… The trio exchanged knowing glances, and then promptly retracted their gazes.

“As expected, they’ve begun to move…” Qin Ye licked his lips as he remarked, “Everyone, please be careful. It’s every man on his own now. Anyone who gets caught shouldn’t implicate the rest.”

Nobody said another word, and they all melded inconspicuously into the throng of the living dead. Even then, they couldn’t help but feel like they were standing out among the rest, like the radiant sun amidst the dark night skies....