Oh~
A hoarse, low moan echoed in He Ao's ears.
Immediately afterwards, a flash of pure white sword light, carrying a faint green glow, spread across the shadows.
An indescribable mass of flesh fell towards a place out of sight.
Then, another low moan sounded.
He Ao raised his hand and struck with his sword once more.
The shadows grew even deeper, and the temperature around him dropped further, as if it were the coldest night of solitude.
Only the building ahead still faintly showed its outline.
Monsters merged with the shadows passed by one after another beside He Ao. They emitted hoarse noises, like the wailing of undead souls wandering in the netherworld.
They were hidden in the shadows, nearly imperceptible to the naked eye, and He Ao could only locate them by the sounds they made.
With each streak of sword light that passed, more twisted monsters fell back into the shadows.
