"Is this the place?" Zheng Yichen looked at the empty area, reaching out his hand into the void, and the space before him cracked like a mirror.
A sharp cracking sound echoed, and the region hidden in the crevice of space manifested as it shattered.
A dozen figures appeared, launching various attacks simultaneously at Zheng Yichen.
"Have we taken him down?" someone questioned, somewhat uncertainly, as they watched Zheng Yichen covered by the explosion.
"Whenever someone says that, it's usually a no!"
"...Makes sense. Damn it, how did Dusk's Proxy Agent find us anyway? Are you?" The speaker paused, realizing that the artificial Celestial Beings they had sent out were looking over, and suddenly turned to the person speaking next to him.
Zheng Yichen flashed him a grin, but to this person, it appeared menacing. The multicolored barrier around him, shattered under Zheng Yichen's fist like fragile glass.
When the barrier broke, he also turned into a mist of blood.
