Ah Hua was jolted awake by the sudden slash, instinctively forcing the wind empowering him to change direction.
In an instant, he shot into the air in a bizarre posture, twisting his body and narrowly dodging the attack.
The black blade-light grazed him and struck the ground, carving a deep furrow.
The cut was smooth, exposing the layer of soil beneath the road.
"Who?!"
He flew into a rage.
He'd been so close to that little cake, and now someone had gotten in his way.
And the scent of that attack... It wasn't an Awakened. It was one of those "spoiled foods"!
He hated "spoiled food" more than anything!
Whenever he caught a whiff of that familiar scent, he was reminded of the days he'd spent skulking through the city like a rat.
Now his opponent had dared to attack him first. His hatred surged to its peak.
Nearby, Number Eight withdrew his katana and vanished into the Mist.
His target was clear: Jiang Mian.
All he had to do was make her drink the Suppressor, yet now a Third-tier Calamity had appeared out of nowhere—and it was a Mimic with a fairly high Sequence!
There'd been rumors about one in the city for a while, but he hadn't expected to run into it here, let alone see it target their mission objective.
Number Eight couldn't make sense of it. Shen Qiuyu was higher than Jiang Mian in both Sequence and tier, making her an obviously more "nutritious" target.
If it went after Shen Qiuyu, it would at least ease some of the pressure on them.
So why was this Mimic relentlessly pursuing Jiang Mian?
It was bizarre!
Number Eight couldn't figure it out, but he had no choice but to brace himself and go in.
They'd used all their