The runes were as unfathomable as the deep sea. Lu Yao stared at the spot where the Shadow Fiend had vanished. The pungent stench lingering in the air was terribly sharp, piercing her nasal cavity like a tiny spike and continuously stirring up her unease.
The smell was like a mixture of rotting fish and metallic rust. Every breath she took made her stomach churn, and she frowned, pressing a hand tightly over her nose.
The Shadow Fiend had disappeared with a bizarreness that felt just like a spatial teleportation spell straight out of a web novel.
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