I felt a string snap inside my head.
A wave of intense pain and fear surged through me, then in an instant turned into overwhelming rage.
I saw Mo Wen's expression shift slightly. The mass of black yin energy suddenly stirred and gathered behind me.
Mo Wen's head also dissolved into black yin energy, leaving only a pair of red eyes flickering within it.
I reached out.
My movements weren't fast, but the scenery around me seemed to enter a strange kind of slow motion.
Mo Wen's yin energy grew thick and viscous. Even the dust in the air stopped moving.
I could see so many things. Besides the solid objects around me, there were also some blurry lines.
Distant sounds reached my ears, indistinct and ethereal, yet somehow they seemed to be coming from right in front of me.
The sunlight and the wind seemed frozen in that instant.
My hand plunged into the black yin energy. I grabbed something—and yet I hadn't grabbed anything at all.
Mo Wen let out a roar.
The whole building shook. Things shattered and toppled over, clattering and crashing without end.
The thing in my grasp vanished like a soap bubble.
The scenery seemed to return to its proper course.
I saw countless hideous figures surging within Mo Wen's yin energy, clawing and tearing at the energy wrapped around them.
Mo Wen vanished abruptly.
Panicking, I took a step forward, and the clamor of people reached my ears.
With that step, I was no longer inside the building.
I wasn't even in the Republic-era street set anymore. I was on the main avenue of the film studio.
Mo Wen was right in front of me. I saw his back and charged after him without stopping to think.
Mo Wen was walking alongside someone