The night wind in the West City Ruins carried a biting chill, whipping my robes into a flurry of snapping sounds. The surrounding broken walls loomed like malevolent, clawing beasts, looking especially fierce under the moonlight. I held Zhou Wan's hand tightly, feeling the warmth of her palm, yet my heart was ice-cold.
"It seems the good show is about to begin," I said in a low voice, a trace of imperceptible tension in my tone.
No sooner had the words left my lips than the air around us suddenly froze. Waves of oppressive spiritual energy surged from all directions, enclosing Zhou Wan and me like a rising tide. Figures stepped out from the shadows of the ruins, radiating a dense killing intent, their gazes as cold as demons from the netherworld.
Chapter 76