Its face was pale with red cheeks, round eyes, and chiseled teeth.
The head twisted 180 degrees, grinning eerily at Lu Chenzhou.
"There's still a Void Thing."
Lu Chenzhou suddenly flipped over, that spectral shadow lunging at lightning speed to where he'd just been; a layer of Han Shuang instantly formed on the ground, icy air billowing. Missing its target, the bizarre Void Thing slipped into the wall, Han Shuang gathering wherever it passed, creaking as it went. Lu Chenzhou swiftly retreated, stopping in the very center of the room, remaining still to adapt to all changes.
Facing such monsters, you couldn't back up to the wall. He set his stance, inching and rotating slightly, ears listening in every direction, tiger eyes sweeping around, not forgetting to watch the ceiling.
Whoosh!
A frigid wind struck. He abruptly leapt, flipping like a sparrow and dodging aside, only to see four ghastly pale hands and feet drilling up from beneath the floor, almost catching him off guard.
