Abyss Walker

Chapter 223 Mysterious Black Shadow

A gentle night breeze stirred, and the streetlights gradually came on, casting long shadows of Yun Muhan and Dugu Jianling.

Their footsteps echoed through the empty streets, mingling with the occasional barking of dogs in the distance to create a tranquil night scene.

However, this tranquility did not last long.

Suddenly, a dark figure darted out from the alley, moving so fast it was almost impossible to catch. The figure's target was clear: Yun Muhan and Dugu Jianling.

Dugu Jianling reacted extremely quickly. Almost the instant the shadow appeared, he drew his sword and, with a flash of light, met the shadow head-on.

"Be careful, this guy is not simple!" Dugu Jianling warned in a low voice, his sword tip clashing with the black shadow's weapon, producing a crisp metallic clang.

A hint of wariness flashed in Yun Muhan's eyes. He knew that this sudden enemy was no accident.

The key point is that the shadowy figure's strength far surpasses his own.

Yun Muhan quickly retreated, taking out a small jade talisman from his waist. With a gentle squeeze, the talisman shattered, and a faint halo enveloped him and Dugu Jianling.

"This is a protective talisman that can withstand a certain amount of attack," Yun Muhan explained briefly, while his other hand reached for another pocket at his waist, where one of the precious items he had won in the auction was a spirit stone that could enhance his power.

The shadowy figure's attacks were exceptionally fierce, each swing accompanied by a whistling sound, clearly indicating he was no ordinary thief. Although Dugu Jianling's swordsmanship was exquisite, he appeared somewhat strained under the shadowy figure's onslaught. A hint of seriousness flashed in his eyes.

"It seems that the treasure we won at auction has already attracted the attention of some people," Yun Muhan said in a deep voice, with a hint of barely perceptible excitement in his voice.

He enjoys challenges, and the enemy before him is undoubtedly a formidable opponent.

"Hmph, if you want to take something from us, you'll have to ask this sword for permission first!" Dugu Jianling sneered, his sword aura changing to become even more ferocious, each strike aimed directly at the shadowy figure's vital points.

Yun Muhan didn't sit idle. He began to mobilize the spiritual energy within his body, preparing to cast a spell he had recently mastered. His fingers moved rapidly in the air, and streams of spiritual energy condensed in the air with his gestures, forming a complex magic array.

This magic circle contains his profound understanding and control of spiritual power; every symbol is full of power.

"Go!" With Yun Muhan's low shout, the magic array suddenly burst forth with dazzling light, rushing straight towards the dark figure.

The beam of light, like an arrow, pierced the air and pointed directly at the shadowy figure.

The shadowy figure seemed to sense the threat and swayed, attempting to dodge. But Yun Muhan's magic was not so easily dodged; the light, like a living thing, relentlessly pursued the shadowy figure.

Although the shadowy figure was fast, Yun Muhan's magic was even faster. Its light seemed to lock onto the shadowy figure's location, and no matter how the shadowy figure moved, it could not escape the pursuit of the light.

With a deafening roar, the light and the shadow collided, unleashing a powerful shockwave that whipped up the surrounding dust and debris.

Yun Muhan and Dugu Jianling quickly retreated to avoid being injured by the shockwave. Their movements were swift and coordinated, demonstrating their rich combat experience and tacit cooperation.

As the dust settled, the shadowy figure vanished, leaving behind only a mess.

Yun Muhan and Dugu Jianling exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of wariness in each other's eyes. They knew that this encounter might only be the beginning, and more challenges and dangers awaited them.

Yun Muhan's eyes revealed determination and resolve. He knew that no matter what kind of enemy he faced, he had to remain vigilant and prepare for the upcoming battle. Dugu Jianling gripped his sword hilt tightly, his eyes flashing with the flames of battle, ready to deal with any potential threat at any moment.

Dugu Jianling! "Could it be an enemy from the auction? We haven't offended anyone!"

"Could it be that guy who calls himself Young Master Yan? And I feel like I've heard that title somewhere before... God Realm bastard." Yun Muhan's figure disappeared, and he quickly chased after the dark figure from before.

Dugu Jianling: "Not completely wiped out? I remember he was dead, wasn't he? Anyway, we absolutely can't let him live."

Yun Muhan's figure flashed through the night like lightning. He had only one target: the dark figure from before—the guy who called himself Young Master Yan.

He moved with incredible speed, each step treading in the shadows of the night, as if he had become one with the darkness, with only the fury in his eyes flashing in the darkness.

Dugu Jianling followed closely behind, his sword already drawn, the tip still bearing traces of the recent battle. His swordsmanship was fierce, each swing revealing his resolute determination towards his enemy and his unwavering commitment to his mission.

The two moved swiftly through the night, their target the dark figure that had disappeared into the alley. Yun Muhan's heart burned with rage; he would not allow the invaders of the Demon Continent to remain alive, nor would he allow them to reveal his whereabouts.

He had seen his own reflection; if he were allowed to return to the God Realm, Yun Muhan's fate would be unimaginable. This Young Master Yan must be stopped, no matter the cost.

Yun Muhan's figure appeared and disappeared in the night. He used his spiritual power to sense the surrounding atmosphere and search for Yan Shao's whereabouts.

He knew that this Young Master Yan was no ordinary enemy; his strength was not to be underestimated, but Yun Muhan's determination was even stronger.

Dugu Jianling stood behind Yun Muhan, his eyes alert, his sword ready to strike at any moment.

The ghosts in the night are silent and still, yet full of power and determination.