A chill came from behind Yang Xiao, as if an entire iceberg had been pressed against his back. The cold penetrated rapidly, the dark shadow trembled as if it wanted to penetrate completely into his body. Yang Xiao opened his mouth wide but couldn't utter a single word.
But soon, the dark shadow stopped its invasion. From the corner of his eye, he saw the Soul-Capturing Mirror fallen on the ground, Yang Xiao witnessed a horrifying scene: a robust dark shadow clinging closely behind him, motionless, and on each of the shadow's shoulders rested a pale white hand.
Seizing the moment, Yang Xiao darted into the mirror and escaped, and indeed, the Shadow Ghost did not hinder him any further.
At the last moment of escaping back to the real world, Yang Xiao saw through the mirror's reflection that the pair of pale white hands were gripping the Shadow Ghost's neck, lifting it, while the Shadow Ghost seemed to be frozen.
