Indeed, Lin Fei sensed something. Coming from the shadows behind Cheng Nianwei, a faint, eerie aura was slowly approaching her.
It was a figure shrouded in darkness, seeming frail, yet Lin Fei detected an inexplicable aura from it. It seemed ancient yet wild. In his perception, this figure had long, sharp nails and a faint smell of blood on him.
As the dark shadow gradually neared Cheng Nianwei, a black claw slowly reached toward the girl who was still muttering to herself.
Only then did Lin Fei understand why he hadn't sensed the aura.
It was simply too weak, so weak that even the aura of an ordinary person was stronger, like an ant that couldn't stir any ripple at all.
Lin Fei couldn't help but laugh silently, having thought earlier that his opponent was formidable. It turned out to be so insignificant.
He slowly extended a finger, about to directly eliminate the dark shadow.
Suddenly, a faint aura appeared in his senses.
