Hoo—
The night wind suddenly changed direction, sweeping up a few dark sparks, narrowly brushing past Fang Cheng's temple.
In the darkness, his eyes shone terrifyingly bright, not due to reflection, but as if two deep-red flames burned fiercely from within.
The swirling and incessantly shrieking Ghost Shadows retreated in fear when they came within three feet of his skin, as if encountering an invisible barrier.
Fang Cheng slowly lifted his head, his gaze penetrating through the dense Ghost Shadows and countless phosphorescent flames, locking onto Chen Hongye. His voice was calm, without the slightest ripple.
"These petty tricks aren't even enough to make me use defensive tactics."
His feet were staggered, his shoulder slightly dropped, his right hand pressed tightly to his waist, while his left hand guarded in front.
The muscle lines hidden beneath his clothes were gradually becoming apparent, their contours starting to show.
"Now..."
