Black Shadows in the passage filled with pale white light seemed thin and fragile, like wisps of smoke. As they attacked, they brought no sound of wind, making them unpredictable and hard to defend against.
"Be careful!" Mu Nianqi's vision was sharp, but her warning came too late. Like a cobra, her own shadow detached from the ground, sprouting dozens of sharp spikes aimed at her head.
Qin Yan deployed her shield and dodged by tilting her head, but the shadow, rooted at her feet within the shield, relentlessly pursued her throat like an incurable disease, with the speed of a bullet.
The older sister was hit, the shadow's spike flattened into a blade-like shape, razor-sharp; it slashed, attempting to behead her.
"Over there!" Qin Yan hadn't actually seen the enemy; her claim was a bluff. Her firearms spit out spheres of energy, sweeping the area.
The older sister's neck was like liquid; it rippled, leaving not a single scar.
