The Way of Fortune

After falling barely a dozen zhang, Yuan Ming's body lit up with a protective treasure radiance, steadying him once more. He paused briefly in midair, then stiffly raised his head to look overhead.

That flock of enormous azure birds had already scattered like birds and beasts fleeing in all directions. At some unknown moment, the night sky, once bright with a sparse moon, had been obscured by a vast black shadow.

At a glance, that shadow seemed boundless. It was a pure expanse of blackness, yet it appeared veiled in moonlight, somewhat hazy and somewhat indistinct, carrying an indescribably strange sensation.

Yuan Ming was certain that the piercing scream from earlier had come from within that black shadow.

His brows drew together slightly, his expression solemn.

The appearance of that black shadow was simply too bizarre. He had not sensed it in the slightest beforehand.

Yet after waiting for a moment, no further piercing cries rang out, nor did anything unusual emerge from the black shadow.

Yuan Ming immediately sent Thunder Rain a voice transmission, telling him to speed up and detour around it without alerting whatever was inside the shadow.

Without the slightest hesitation, azure light surged around Thunder Rain's body and arcs of electricity coiled around him. He transformed into a streak of lightning and shot away, circling around the shadow and Yuan Ming alike as he sped toward the distance.

Seeing this, Yuan Ming let out a slight breath of relief and prepared to leave the place as quickly as possible as well.

Though he did not know what strange thing was lurking there, it was never wrong to put oil on the soles of one's feet and run.

He flew at full speed, his body turning into a rainbow. Just as he was about to catch