That void-like shadow simply floated there in silence.
Beneath its body lay a corpse, quiet and still. The corpse wore a red cloak, an ability suppressor around its neck, and a glass helmet over its head. It had long since stopped breathing, and the area around its neck bore extensive marks left by powerful electric currents.
The shadow seemed to have grown from the corpse, like white flowers blooming from red soil.
At first, it appeared to possess not the slightest trace of consciousness, suspended in midair as if it would remain that way forever.
Only when Lu Xin greeted it did it seem to sense something unusual. Its body trembled faintly, and a spark of life slowly returned to its empty eyes. It lowered its head and looked toward Lu Xin, neither moving nor speaking.
In an instant, a surging despair born of utter emptiness spread over Lu Xin.
Large patches of mottled patterns, identical to those on the white shadow, appeared across Lu Xin's body.
But the patterns lasted only a brief moment before the shadows around Lu Xin washed them away.
Some of those shadows even grew violent, surging closer as they tried to swallow the white apparition.
Lu Xin raised a hand slightly and stopped the black shadows.
It was as if he were declaring to his own shadows that this prey belonged to him.
The black shadows swayed around him, seemingly letting out cold laughter, but in the end, they did not approach.
Only then did Lu Xin look at the white shadow and say softly, "Look around you. Do you see what a mess everything's become?"
"All the hotel windows are shattered, the roads are cracked, and the railings are twisted... How much will it cost to repair all this in the end?"
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