C355 Thousand Hand Devil

The night air was chilly, and the sky was scattered with stars.

In Huang Hao's room, silence reigned. Brows were knit with worry, faces etched with gloom.

"Enough! Let's leave it at that," Huang Hao finally managed to quell the anger boiling within him, signaling with a wave of his hand for the Wind, Rain, Lightning, and Huang Zihao to leave.

His voice was tinged with melancholy