In the torrential rain, shadows stood before the archway, their movements sinuous and eerie. They swayed and twisted like slender, vicious snakes.
Everyone's shadow was being assimilated, growing hair regardless of whether its owner was male or female.
Seven of the eight corpses had turned to ash beneath the Evil Spirit's light. The sole remaining corpse, however, had already taken on the form humans feared most.
It hung alone, nailed to the archway, yet looked down at the people below the steps like an unmoving god.
Beneath the headless male corpse, its indistinct shadow had long, dancing hair and a twisting waist—two entirely different natures.
Everyone's shadow was being assimilated and parasitized, and everyone faced an unprecedented catastrophe.
Without the protection afforded by a mission, even the simplest killing method had become an inescapable disaster.
The black shadow used people's shadows to kill them, yet was not entirely confined to shadows. After all, on this pitch-black, rain-lashed night, people's shadows had all but vanished.
The mechanism remained hidden behind the deaths.
Ji Li was the only person barely affected, because his shadow had never been like an ordinary person's.
On the ground where no one could see, three shadows were constantly shattered by the downpour. They belonged to Ji Li, the Second Personality, and the Third Personality.
Thus, the Black Shadow Ghost's killing method affected him at only a third of its strength, barely even hindering him.
By contrast, despite their extraordinary abilities, Fang Shenyan, Mei Sheng, and the others possessed no special traits. They were desperately searching for ways to resist the pervasive, irresistible assimilation of their shadows.
Fang Shenyan was already considering taking out his mask. A flame gleamed in Mei Sheng's eyes, while Xiao Qian Duyue clenched her teeth with her eyes shut...
As for the people