Mo Lian fixed her piercing gaze upon Mo Xikang, her expression shrouded in darkness. With a subtle flick of her hand, the four eerie, shadowy figures vanished into thin air.
The onlookers couldn't help but rub their eyes in disbelief. Had it not been for the faint trace of blood at the corner of Mo Xikang's mouth, they might have questioned the reality of what they had just witnessed.
The four enigmatic figures had materialized and dematerialized in the blink of an eye, leaving everyone dumbfounded. Only their unwavering focus on Mo Xikang had enabled them to track these enigmatic apparitions.
"Brother Zheng Prince, do you truly wish to make adversaries of us?" A sardonic smile curled upon Mo Lian's lips.
Mo Xikang's cold countenance was now contorted with suppressed anger. As he tried to speak, a small spatter of blood escaped his lips, prompting concern from those around him.
