The black mist churned like a living creature, and a chilling aura pierced straight to my marrow. Alarm bells rang wildly in my mind—Murong Fu was clearly resorting to some crooked, demonic arts! Without time to think, I leaped backward, trying to put some distance between us.
"Trying to run?" Murong Fu's cold laughter came from within the black mist. "Too late!"
Before his voice even faded, several black blade-like beams shot out from the mist, lunging at me like a venomous snake baring its fangs. I was too slow to dodge, and one of the beams grazed my left arm, leaving it instantly drenched in blood. The piercing pain made me gasp; that black mist actually possessed corrosive properties!
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