Meanwhile, in the safe house where Waldo first arrived, the atmosphere was incredibly tense.

In the air, a biting chill congealed.

The whole safe house seemed to have entered a harsh winter.

Frost even formed on the walls.

Three challengers looked at the chat channel with extremely grim faces.

"Waldo is dead?"

A gaunt young man, thin as a reed, opened his dark eyes.

His figure almost merged with the darkness, emitting a faint, almost imperceptible aura.

At will, he could blend into the darkness in an instant.

Like ice dissolving in water, becoming one with it, completely undetectable to others.

He belonged to the ghostly clan, not human.

His clan, born as children of darkness, possessed terrifying strength within the dark.

Therefore, although he was only a first-level challenger, his power in the land of darkness was no less than that of a second-level challenger.

But now, his face was extremely ugly.

"Damn it, why did this happen? We’ve been waiting here for several days, and he was killed so easily?"

Another person, also with an icy demeanor, radiated a bone-chilling aura.

The low temperature in this safe house was a result of his aura.

This frigid power was terrifying, penetrating deep into the bones. No matter how much clothing one wore or how strong their cold resistance, it was futile.

Tristan, with a pale face, knelt on the ground, his face turning blue and his lips purple.Clearly, he was suffering from the extreme cold.

Perhaps it wouldn’t be long before he died from the cold, if not from hunger.

And the third person had an extremely massive figure.

He was like a small mountain, emanating a terrifying presence.

However, a hoarse female voice emerged.

"Damn it, we wasted so much time waiting for him here, and look what happened. He got himself killed by the three-eyed natives! This cannot be let go so easily!"

...

These three challengers, from their aura alone, were almost all second-level challengers!

Only the youth from the ghostly clan was not.

But his strength was not far off.

The reason why these three were here goes back several days.

When Waldo brazenly provoked all the challengers, they immediately sensed something fishy and suspected Waldo had prepared a trap, waiting for the fish to bite. So, they decided to turn the tables and came straight to Waldo’s lair to set an ambush.

Waldo returning to his safe house could never have imagined that so many experts were lying in wait here.

At that time, Waldo’s death seemed certain!

The super source stones would naturally become their spoils.

...

However, what happened next greatly exceeded their expectations.

After killing the fierce challenger Perry, Waldo did not return immediately but suddenly disappeared.

Days later, he was killed by the three-eyed natives.

Doesn’t that mean they waited in vain for several days?

Not only did they waste a lot of time, but they also lost face.

How could they not be angry?

"Damn it, it’s all because of your false information! If it weren’t for you, we wouldn’t have wasted our time waiting here!"

The youth from the ghostly clan snorted coldly and kicked Tristan on the ground.

Bang!

Tristan slammed against the wall, his face contorted, crying out in pain.

At this moment, Tristan felt utterly desolate.

Initially, he thought Waldo would perish in the battle with Perry.

Just then, these three appeared outside the safe house.

To gain resources and survive, he let these three into the safe house.

And they reached an agreement to assist them in assassinating Waldo.

They waited until now.

Waiting for the news of Waldo’s death.

Tristan felt wronged.

I didn’t do anything, why am I being blamed?

But he dared not say a word.

His life was at the mercy of these three people.

One misstep could mean a fatal consequence!

...

"There’s no point in staying here now that Waldo is dead. We’re just wasting time. Let’s go!"

"Should we wait a bit longer? The three-eyed natives are nearby, and if we go out now and run into them... we might not be a match for them."

The three of them showed a hint of hesitation on their faces.

Those three three-eyed natives seemed terrifyingly powerful.

Although they were all second-level challenger strength, they might not be able to handle them.

However, the ice challenger shook his head.

"No, we’ve already wasted too much time. Compared to other challengers, we’re falling behind.

We must leave quickly, or the gap will widen, which is not good for us!"

"Moreover, the natives have just killed Waldo and won’t come here so soon. If we’re careful, we won’t encounter them."

"The most important thing is, even if we do encounter them, so what? Even if we’re not a match, we can still escape."

Hearing this, the youth from the ghostly clan and Booth nodded.

That’s true.

If they don’t leave now, they might not have a chance later.

The more time drags on, the more disadvantageous it is for them.

Others are trying to obtain super source stones to improve their strength, while they are just marking time.

"It makes sense, let’s leave now, it might be too late if we wait."

"Okay."

The woman hesitated for a moment, struggling to turn her massive head, her slit-like eyes looking at Tristan.

"What about him? Should we kill him?"

"Let’s kill him. Keeping him alive is just trouble. If he leaks the information that we were here, it could damage our reputation. It’s not worth it!" said the ice challenger.

Upon hearing this, Tristan’s mind was shaken, his eyes filled with a deathly gray, completely despairing.

Am I going to die just like this?

He wanted to beg for mercy.

But he simply couldn’t.

His body was long numbed by the cold, and under the intimidating aura of the three powerful challengers, he couldn’t even speak.

The ice challenger stepped forward, intending to kill Tristan.

However, just as he was about to strike, his expression suddenly changed.

"Not good, someone is coming!"

...

Booth and the youth from the ghostly clan also had sharp senses, quickly detecting someone approaching outside the safe house.

The trio’s expressions shifted slightly.

But before they could think of a strategy or react, a figure appeared at the entrance of the safe house.

A human youth with a face that was not particularly handsome.

His dark, expressive eyes showed a hint of confusion.

"Gentlemen, this is my safe house. May I know your business here?"

As he spoke, the youth’s puzzled eyes gradually turned cold, filled with murderous intent.

He seemed to sense something.

Indeed, this person was Waldo!