The cold moonlight poured over the entire city, and within the night, an unusual silence enveloped everything, with not a single sound breaking through. The night breeze brushed past the thickets, carrying a hint of chill.
Whoosh...
Two sounds like piercing arrows flashed through the forest, moving with incredible speed.
Zi Feng's expression was as cold as frost. Each time she appeared, waves of energy released by other ability users surged around her; her speed was akin to lightning.
However, just as she rushed into the Abandoned House that Xia Xiaoyu had once visited, Zi Feng paused...
"Disappeared!"
She couldn't help but furrow her brow; that faint trace of malevolence had vanished here!
She looked up and sniffed the air. In this place, aside from the thick aura of darkness, she felt nothing else.
The entire Abandoned House was eerily cold. A continuous chill enveloped her as Zi Feng stood in the dilapidated courtyard, quietly observing each room that emanated an ominous darkness.
Her footsteps shifted slightly on the ground as she silently sensed every movement around her. Unbeknownst to her, her fists gradually tightened. After moving a couple of steps, a glimmer of cold light flickered in her eyes. In an instant, her figure shifted to the side.
Bang...
A dull explosion mixed with a heartbeat echoed from the spot where Zi Feng had just been. By the time she regained her senses...
A strange figure cloaked in black appeared in his line of sight. As he trembled, the bells wrapped around his wrist swayed unpredictably, producing a crisp sound. A chill and an aura of death emanated from the figure, causing the temperature around them to drop significantly.
"Exorcist..."
The figure stood still, obscured by the darkness, making it impossible to discern his features. However, his voice was pleasant to hear, yet it carried a hint of surprise.
"Corpse Driver..."
Zifeng's gaze shifted slightly, but his tone remained icy.
He hadn't expected that Leng Yuchen's appearance would provoke the Corpse Driver to show up. From his instincts, Zifeng sensed that this cloaked figure possessed strength comparable to his own.
"Indeed..."
A melodious voice slowly emerged from beneath the black robe. The figure seemed to express a hint of admiration, but his hand began to rotate slightly, releasing a faint aura of supernatural energy.
"A natural ability user..."
The black-clad man's actions caused Zifeng's expression to change subtly once more. However, he quickly regained his composure and coldly stated, "What, do you want to fight?"
The cloaked figure ignored him, and the energy fluctuations in his hand grew increasingly intense. In the darkness, the air began to ripple. A flash of light suddenly burst forth from his hand.
Bang...
Zifeng vanished again as the energy swept away the dry leaves on the ground.
"You are seeking death..."
Two Ability Users met, and now the Ability User from the Corpse Driving Clan showed no concern, which thoroughly infuriated Zifeng. The aura of exorcism, mixed with anger, was emitted without reservation.
At this moment, a powerful energy surged within him. Zifeng's eyes flickered with a hint of blue light, and strands of pure energy subtly spread from his body, eventually enveloping his arm in a layer of blue light.
Bang... Bang... Bang...
A series of explosive sounds erupted from the clash between the two Ability Users. With each collision, blue and black light expanded outward, creating a strong force that caused the atmosphere to tremble. The entire area was swept clear of debris.
Two shadows moved as fast as lightning, engaging in a series of nerve-wracking clashes that illuminated the darkness around them.
Crash...
As they collided, both figures stepped back a few paces. Zifeng's silhouette became visible, his expression still cold as he stared at the similarly revealed figure in black.
"What a strong fellow!"
The figure in black spoke with a hint of amusement in his voice.
Zifeng remained composed, just as he was about to make a move when suddenly another voice came from the broken door.
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