The sound of a key fumbling in the lock began to come from the front door.
Lin Sheng glanced around and hurriedly dragged the coffee table across the living room. With a bang, he jammed it against the front door.
Creak.
A sudden noise came from the study.
Lin Sheng's heart sank. Gripping his sword with both hands, he rushed to the study.
The study window was half open.
Beyond the gap, black mist churned. Something seemed to be rustling and scraping against the window glass.
Lin Sheng dashed over and looked outside.
Amid the churning black mist, a root-like tentacle as thick as an arm was sliding rapidly past beneath the window.
The tentacle was transparent, and inside it he could see some kind of strange silver fluid sloshing about.
Bang!!
A tremendous crash came from the front door. The security door bulged inward, twisting into a horrifying shape.
Bang!!
A second impact followed.
Lin Sheng felt as if the entire house were shaking.
He tightened his grip on the Black Sword, ready to activate Holy Blood Combustion and fight back.
Whoosh!!
Suddenly, a transparent root shot in through the window behind him.
It coiled around his waist. An enormous, irresistible force swept over him, binding him tightly and yanking him out the window.
The moment he flew through the window,
Lin Sheng instinctively swung his sword at the root. But huge waves of black mist surged in around him, swallowing him in an instant.
Schhk!
The Black Sword seemed to sever something.
Lin Sheng felt his body go weightless as he began to fall.
In the darkness, he couldn't see a thing.
Vast amounts of black mist rushed toward him, constantly trying to seep into his nostrils, ears, and mouth.
In a daze, a faint red glow spread