An evil spirit? When did it get behind us? I hadn't sensed it at all—no, it wasn't just me, Uncle hadn't sensed it either?! Zhang Yuanqing's heart jolted with alarm. Before he could turn around, he saw a blinding brass-colored light flare up behind him.
At that moment, Zhang Yuanqing trembled uncontrollably. Fear seized him, like an ant facing the wrath of a Tyrannosaurus rex.
Then he saw the sharp, tyrannical brass shockwave tear through the crates and the walls, exposing the pitch-black void beyond.
Huh? Why am I okay? Zhang Yuanqing quickly calmed his fear and began examining himself.
Not only him—even Zhai Cai beside him and the vampire Augusto in the distance had survived the overwhelmingly powerful brass force.
However, their bodies all had the texture of virtual projections, as though they came from another world.
Looking down, Zhang Yuanqing saw that his own body was in the same illusory state.
Uncle pulled us into an untargetable "void" state? Zhang Yuanqing came to a realization. It was the same effect as the Slide-Tackle Shoes, one of the Void class's strongest survival skills.
Uncle, dressed in a burgundy suit and wearing a silver mask, clicked his tongue.
"Our target has appeared."
Zhang Yuanqing abruptly turned his head. About five meters behind them stood a humanoid figure clad in golden armor. Its style matched that of the Holy See's knights, except it had no faceplate and armored the entire body, making it look heavy and cumbersome.
Within the faceless helmet was a pale, decaying face with a high nose, deep-set eyes, a thick beard, and lifeless gray-white eyeballs.
Moreover, the golden-armored figure held a knight's straight sword forged from gold. The brass force that had just torn through space had been unleashed by that sword.
Staring at the pale, rotting