In the underground cavern, the three of them remained vigilant. Since the morning attack, the Blood-clothed Man had struck five more times over the course of several hours. He maintained his hit-and-run tactics, retreating the instant an attack failed and giving Zhao Zuo's group no opportunity to corner him.
The repeated attacks frayed their nerves. Even Chen Xiaorong's recovery was affected; his partially healed Meridians were thrown into greater disarray. The assassin's strategy was clearly to keep Zhao Zuo's group perpetually on edge, slowing their pace and wearing them down.
Late at night, Zhao Zuo and Shen Yunjiao were resting. Around three or four in the morning, Zhao Zuo's eyes snapped open. A white light flared in his gaze, momentarily illuminating the darkness before slowly fading a few seconds later.
At the same moment, Shen Yunjiao opened her eyes as well.
