Qian Mowen spun around at once. The moment he saw Wu's face, he went completely dumbfounded. How had so little time passed? How... how had Wu found them so quickly?
As soon as Wu appeared, the Candle Bearer flipped his wrist. Beneath his sleeve, he held a candlestick with a white candle burning faintly atop it, casting a sickly green light.
The candlelight was no bigger than a bean, and the flame seemed to be pressed almost flat by a gust of wind. Yet it stubbornly refused to go out, like an old man on his deathbed swallowing his final breath.
As the flame flickered, a strange scene unfolded: the space around them changed along with it.
More precisely, an area of about three meters around the candlestick was shrouded in darkness. But this blackness was different from the darkness of night. It was thicker, like a mass of ink that would never dissolve.
From within the strange, pitch-black space came occasional, chilling roars, as if savage beasts from another world were hidden inside.
Outnumbered three to one and facing such a situation, Wu showed no sign of nervousness.
Wu took a deep breath, then blew toward the Candle Bearer, whose entrance had been so dramatically staged. The breath seemed utterly ordinary, but the Candle Bearer's face changed in an instant.
The Candle Bearer reached out to shield the candlestick, but he was a step too late. The already feeble flame flickered violently several times and nearly went out.
At the sight, Wu furrowed his brow slightly. A moment later, he gave a faintly approving nod.
He hadn't expected the candlestick to have some tricks of its own.
Qian Mowen didn't know how powerful Wu was, but he understood the Candle Bearer's strength. He was definitely among the top five