Chapter 70 Infiltration
Over a year had passed, and the once-thriving black market was now nothing but scorched earth.
Too many had been buried here, and although the bones had been cleared away, no one dared to set foot and rebuild on this charred land.
After all, it had been Hell itself.
At this moment, within this desolate expanse of destruction, darkness prevailed, devoid of any light, with its electrical systems long since damaged.
Inside what used to be an old factory, the dilapidated iron door had been repaired.
There was light inside the ruins of the factory.
Outside the iron door, upon the dim, burnt ground, a figure practiced with a war saber.
That figure was Xu Mo.
What he practiced was not sword technique, but rather how to better channel energy into the war saber.
Beneath the cover of darkness, Xu Mo's every strike cleaved the air, carrying with it the sound of tearing through the void.