The wind grew stronger.
Dark red clouds gradually gathered, replacing the originally pitch-black night sky.
Night Owl stood alone on the northern peak, coldly watching the distance.
Three powerful auras were rapidly cutting into the valley from three directions, forming a crescent shape, encircling the resort in the center.
Hai Pig, Roger, and Xiao Yuanwang were already in position.
"Where on earth did that White Ghost run off to this time?"
Night Owl calmed his mind, attempting to establish contact with the other through the Spiritual Link.
However, as the imminent assault was about to begin, the spiritual channel remained as still as a dead sea, without any response.
Night Owl furrowed his brow slightly.
This guy, leader of the Black Shark Organization, always acted nonchalantly, relying on his eerie and mysterious abilities.
But dropping the ball at such a critical moment couldn't help but irritate him.
With a snort, he decisively cut off the sensation.
Forget it!
