As they pursued the scattered enemy, the moment the pitch-black shadow abruptly expanded into a hollow void, an invisible aura descended out of nowhere, pressing down on the winter night.
Cold, silent, dangerously lethal.
The instant that sensation seemed to wash over his entire body, his black eyes widened sharply. Through the hole punched through The Shadow,
Fang Ran saw Troy several dozen meters ahead of him.
A figure emerged from a spatial gateway.
Slender, long hands of silver-white bone; exquisite black mechanical leg armor like boots worn to a battlefield ball; set against a tall dark-toned gown,
a woman of utter darkness and coldness silently radiated a calm, suffocating pressure!
And the instant he saw her, her identity thundered through his mind.
The only existence he had been unable to fight during that European adventure; the Covenant's strongest combatant in the entire God Descent Plan,
the Covenant's Second Pillar Executive Officer—Death Line!
The black market infiltration, the auction bidding, the climax that began with the collapse of the Ceremony Hall, fierce battles with powerful Participants' Abilities flying everywhere, every scheme and plan no longer concealed—
at the end of the Covenant and Nevernight Palace's struggle, the hidden conflict beneath the surface had finally reached its conclusion.
Tonight's most powerful figure had finally appeared!
Just one second. He had only needed one more second to seize the key figure in this incident. Seeing Death Line appear filled him with intense disbelief.
Why was she here!?
But he had no time to think about that, because at that moment, Fang Ran saw it.
In the pitch-black night forest, the mask on that figure's face had already turned toward him!
As an extremely lethal Ability came at him in the form of "thin threads," Fang Ran clenched his teeth, made a resolute