Chen Mo turned around and swiftly faced the Black Shadow, astonished as well. What kind of Black Shadow was this? Its entire face lacked any features, nothing but darkness.
Its whole body was equally pitch-black. Nothing could be seen except a mass of black.
Moreover, this fellow was incredibly fast—far faster than that Xiantian old man Zhou Zixing, and only slightly slower than Qian Ying. With such speed, its strength might not necessarily be that great.
Although this was merely Chen Mo's judgment, he believed it should have been correct. Yet that judgment was actually wrong. He had only just encountered the Black Shadow; if he had seen it when Qian Ying and Zhou Zixing broke into the room and rescued Qian Wantong, he would have noticed that in the darkness, the Black Shadow was not only faster than Zhou Zixing, but even faster than Qian Ying.
Unfortunately, Chen Mo had not witnessed any of that. His assessment had come solely from this first encounter.
Still, it made little difference to Chen Mo. No matter how fast it was, he was not slow either. And even if it truly outpaced him, he had all sorts of Talismans in hand. With their enhancements, he could directly surpass the Black Shadow's speed. That was where his confidence came from.
Because Chen Mo possessed Spiritual Sense, he could make out some of the Black Shadow's features with a sweep. It did have facial features, but it was too dark, and its appearance was rather bizarre. Its features all lay on the same plane; even its nose had no bridge, just two dark holes.
Its eyes had no pupils. The sockets were completely black, with only reddish irises visible, making them look rather chilling. Its mouth had no lips, merely a slit that extended