The night deepened gradually.
In the period when everyone planned to take turns keeping watch and taking turns to sleep, a shadow flitted out of a tent at the heart of the encampment like a bat in the night, silent and unseen. It landed on a small path some distance away, revealing itself under the night glow.
This person was naturally Shane.
"So stubborn," Shane muttered as he wiped his sweat, seemingly quite exhausted.
Yet, Shane's face was clear and refreshed, giving a pleasant and exhilarating impression.
"To think you endured for a full three hours, worthy of a Level 77 Demon Clan expert."
But with this, Shane had finally managed to suppress his opponent thoroughly.
"Maybe I unexpectedly enjoy this kind of secret operation."
No, it seemed it wasn't unexpected at all.