The shadow rounded a corner onto the main street and melted into the crowd like a fish slipping into the sea. It stirred no ripples, darted through the throng, and vanished without a trace, leaving the Shrek City Defense Army rushing to secure the area empty-handed.
The earlier commotion had been so violent that even a wall had collapsed. Then the sudden arrival of the City Defense Army to secure the area made the people wandering the street realize that something serious must have happened.
Voices rose all around them, mixed with jostling and shoving. For a moment, the crowd descended into confusion.
Fortunately, the City Defense Army was well trained. Though caught off guard, they quickly brought the scene under control at their captain's direction, preventing any deadly trampling.
After slipping past the City Defense Army, the shadow continued along the main street without drawing the slightest attention. The people around him seemed unable to see him.
He was like an invisible ghost drifting through the world. Even when the sunlight fell on him, it passed straight through without leaving a trace.
Suddenly, he stopped. In the distance, he saw the street by the city gate blocked off by the City Defense Army, with the massive gate shut tight behind them.
Along the battlements, Soul Cannons gleamed with a metallic sheen in the sunlight. Among the troops on guard, there were more than a few whose auras made the shadow's heart pound with fear.
The way ahead was like the gaping maw of an abyss. One step forward, and he would never see the light of day again.
There was no doubt: if he dared show himself and force his way through, he would be captured the next second—or blasted to dust.
What the hell? Why was Shrek reacting