The bones of the Shadow Hounds were hard. Even after Tang Zheng had broken six samurai swords, he had only managed to kill half of them. In the end, he had to resort to close combat. Fortunately, the Tyrannosaurus Protective Clothing provided enough defense to protect him from the monster's attack, consuming only a bit of his stamina.
The head of the Shadow Demon Warrior was smashed by the warhammer, its body dissipating into fog. A soul shard dropped. Tang Zheng heaved a sigh of relief, ready to recall his warrior and take care of the remaining hounds. However, the soul shard suddenly exploded, releasing a flood of red mist that condensed into a Shadow Geisha.
The Geisha was cold and aloof, strumming the strings of her shamisen, her crimson lips slightly parted. The mournful melody began to flow through the streets. The three of them felt as if an invisible rope was constricting their hearts, nearly suffocating them.
