As Ying Xiong called out, Xiao Chen quickly turned his head to look. A shadowy figure, ghostlike and silent, had appeared behind him, revealing a sinister smile. The facial features were indistinct, but the hateful, poisonous demeanor was keenly felt.
"Sssss..."
The War Sword broke through the air, slashing instantaneously with over a dozen dazzling, brilliant arcs that lit up the ancient, dark hall. However, to everyone's surprise, the War Sword cut through empty space. Without a sound, the shadowy figure disappeared in front of their eyes.
"Pfft"
It was as if a ghost had exhaled—a sound whispering in everyone's ears. The hall plunged into darkness, devoid of even a sliver of light. Even the divine radiance emitted by the War Sword and the stone statues was completely absorbed by the darkness.
