The black shadow moved at lightning speed, carrying a fierce murderous intent, but Yin Sichen was already on guard. With a backhanded swing of his sword, a sharp wave of sword qi forced the shadow back. The shadow retreated several steps, but instead of leaving, it hid within the mist and let out an eerie, sinister laugh: "Overestimating your own capabilities! With just the likes of you, you dare to court death?"
Before the echo of his voice had even faded, countless black shadows emerged from the mist, surrounding Qin Zhizhi and Yin Sichen tightly. These figures were all cultivators dressed in black with ferocious expressions, exuding an evil aura that made one's heart pound with dread.
"It seems we have walked right into a trap," Qin Zhizhi said in a low voice, her expression grave.
Chapter 117