Chapter 103

That night, in the quiet forest, Zhi Hao and the four Black members sat around a small campfire. The cold night air pierced their bones, but the aura from Zhi Hao was colder than the night itself. He stared at the map spread out on the ground, his finger pointing to two locations: the headquarters of the Sect of the Fire Dragon and the stronghold of the Bai Clan. Black 1 spoke up, trying to break the silence. "Master, which one should we prioritize— the last sect or the last clan? Should we attack directly, or divide our forces to destroy both at once?"