Two "Klein"-level "Mysteries"!
Chen Han slowly shifted his gaze away from the strange Daruma Doll, his expression utterly calm.
But at that moment, his heart had already grown exceedingly grave.
The "Klein"-level "Mysteries" in Shangjing City should all be rushing toward him now. The shadow beneath the streetlamp and that peculiar Daruma Doll had both appeared of their own accord, rebellious traitors seeking to overturn the order of this city.
If he wanted to establish his authority, he had to step over the corpses of these two "Mysteries."
Chen Han took a deep breath. A ghostly glint flashed through his eyes, and the warhorse beneath him suddenly surged forward, carrying him toward the shadow directly ahead on the street.
He gripped his blade in one hand and rode howling through the snow, murderous intent bursting from his eyes.
The instant he moved, the two "Klein"-level "Mysteries" blocking him from the front and rear moved at the same time.
The shadow beneath the streetlamp gently raised a hand, and an invisible wave of air rolled forth. Wherever the wave swept, whether towering streetlamps or buildings hundreds of meters high, everything was flattened into two-dimensional matter, as if forcibly pressed into the ground.
Chen Han's eyes narrowed. He swiftly leaped from his warhorse and evaded the invisible wave. At the same time, he lightly swung the blade in his right hand, and two massive flames of life appeared above the heads of the shadow and the Daruma Doll, violently flickering.
Chen Han was about to strike when another flame of life, no weaker than those of the shadow and Daruma Doll, suddenly appeared in the corner of his vision. It had emerged from the empty space beside him.
A third "Klein"-level "Mystery"!
Atop a high-rise.
Shao Pingge, who had been sleeping