The shadows leapt in the mist, emitting a chilling laughter as they launched an assault on the nearby crowd.
Henry and his companions swiftly surrounded them, the swords in their hands forming a web of blades that shredded the advancing shadows.
Yet the shadows were like phantoms, inexhaustible.
When their forms were cut to pieces, the shattered silhouettes quickly reconverged and lunged at the group again.
The black mist churned ceaselessly like waves.
Accompanied by the shadow's attack, pairs of red eyes suddenly appeared in the mist, which swiftly formed into massive Mist Wolves.
Following behind the shadows, thousands of black Mist Wolves emerged from the mist, joining in the shadow's assault on the group.
The combat power of these shadows wasn't impressive and could even be described as frail; often, several hits wouldn't inflict effective damage.
