"Who's there?"
The ink-black night settled in. Tang Heng, staggering down from Golden Lotus Peak, suddenly spotted a figure standing on the path ahead.
He was seriously injured; if someone decided to cause him trouble now, he would be doomed.
SQUEAK SQUEAK.
The shadowy figure didn't answer, instead making a sound like a mouse. Then, its feet abruptly left the ground.
WHOOSH!
It drifted toward him!
"Get away from me!"
Tang Heng barely managed to summon a thread of energy, pushing his hand toward the shadow. A look of astonishment instantly appeared on his face.
His hand passed right through it—the shadow wasn't a physical entity!
WHOOSH!
The shadow immediately enveloped Tang Heng, transforming into wisps of black qi that seeped into his every pore. At first, Tang Heng was able to struggle a little, but he quickly fell still. The only sound was the cracking of his bones from within his body.
CRACK!
