Escape

A gloomy, numb feeling closed in around Jiang Cheng like a net.

He was gradually losing control of his body. A strange force tugged at him from behind, as if it were trying to drag him into a swamp.

He could feel the killer behind him drawing closer by some bizarre means, slowly invading his shadow. Once the process was complete, it would kill him.

Closer.

Closer still.

Just a second before Jiang Cheng felt the icy presence press against his back, a pair of blood-red eyes appeared in the shadow he had left on the ground.

The shadow rippled strangely, then rose silently to its feet.

The killer, who had been standing on Jiang Cheng's shadow, froze.

The standing shadow took Jiang Cheng's place, and freed from its restraint, Jiang Cheng stumbled forward.

The chill gradually faded, and little by little, control of his body returned to him.

As soon as he regained feeling in his legs, he immediately ran.

He knew that the shadow that had stood up was Wu.

The killer could never have imagined that Jiang Cheng's shadow would be replaced—and by another being every bit as terrifying as itself.

But there was no fear in the killer's eyes, which were wrapped in tape. It was exactly as it had been before. It seemed to treat whoever stood before it the same way, whether human or anything else.

It slowly raised the huge axe in its hand and brought it down hard on Wu.

The blunt blade didn't cleave through Wu like it had the people before, cutting straight through as if nothing could stop it.

The axe did come down, but strangely, it seemed to sink into a swamp. The blade buried itself deep in Wu's body, with only a small portion left exposed.

Even