"The Flame of Life... was actually black?"
Chen Han gripped his straight sword and stared intently at the black flame flickering above the monster's head, his brow deeply furrowed. "What exactly is this thing...?"
"It's a Lovecraftian Creature." Lin Qiye's figure emerged from the night, and he spoke calmly.
"Lovecraftian?" Chen Han asked in confusion. "But this is Shangjing. How could there be a Lovecraftian Creature here?"
"I don't know either... Let's capture it first."
Lin Qiye raised a hand and clenched it toward the monster hovering in midair. The surrounding darkness seemed to come alive, compressing toward it as pitch-black chains wrapped around its carapace, trying to lock it in place.
As if sensing danger, the tentacles growing from the fleshy tumor on the creature's head writhed frantically. Its membranous wings began to tremble at a frequency too fast for the naked eye to perceive. With a sound like clashing metal, its body eerily passed straight through the dark restraints and appeared dozens of meters away.
Chen Han froze slightly, then asked in astonishment, "It can manipulate space too?"
"It isn't capable of manipulating space..." Lin Qiye's eyes remained fixed on the continuously disturbed time and space around the monster. "It's a creature from the Space-Time Rift."
This spatial disturbance was far too familiar to Lin Qiye. Not long ago, he and the other Great Xia Gods had been sent directly to the other side of the Wall of Time and Space by similar temporal fluctuations. Although this monster's ability to disrupt time and space was pitifully weak, it was indeed very similar to fragments of the Key of Doors.
"So that's why its presence kept disappearing and reappearing. It had slipped into the Space-Time Rift." Lin Qiye spoke coldly.
"It's trying to escape."
Chen Han watched the monster