"We've got him!"
One of the two young men from the Morgan Family who had made a move felt a powerful resonance with Han Su as he chanted the Spell. A confident smile spread across his face.
He lightly closed his five fingers in the air. Beneath his feet, countless power lines crisscrossing the streets of Linyuan City snapped apart on their own. They whipped through the city's glittering lights like flying hair, twisting together like the tentacles of some Anomalous Creature.
He slowly stepped forward, actually walking toward Han Su on the lines as they danced in the air.
His figure flickered between the flashes of electricity and the city's glittering lights, appearing both real and illusory. The hideous monsters beneath his feet were at once wild and docile, making him look like a god descending into the mortal world.
His movements were unhurried, as though he didn't believe Han Su could still fight back.
And Han Su did, in fact, remain where he was, only frowning as he glanced at the Black Suitcase in his hand.
The blood inside had been boiling for quite some time, restless and agitated.
Originally, he could easily control the blood with a mere thought, even shaping it into all sorts of forms. Now, however, a barrier seemed to have sprung up between them, and he had completely lost control.
That naturally raised the question: what would happen if this blood were inside a person's body?
Was this another demonstration of the Morgan Family's power?
"The most legendary young man on the Eastern Continent. A star investigator from the bottom of society, a thief of Copper Script power. You forged the Door of Reality and Illusion in an attempt to speak with history, threatened a city with a weapon from beyond time and