"Iron Chains Chasing Souls!"
Above a parched plain, two figures streaked through the air. Both stood aloft without support-two Dou Zong powerhouses, one relentlessly pursuing the other.
The Dou Zong powerhouse behind was shrouded in a black robe, his face covered by a pitch-black mask without any features. He wore nothing but black from head to toe. Dressed like that, he probably only needed to stand in a corner at night for no one to notice him...
Watching the figure fleeing ahead, he gave a cold shout. Two cold gleams shot from his sleeves, darting through the air like agile venomous snakes as they closed in on his quarry.
A closer look revealed that what had flown from his hands were two exceedingly small daggers. They were pitch-black from hilt to blade. Apart from black, there was not a trace of any other color on him...
"Mo Shang! Are you out of your mind?!"
Sensing the attack from behind, the figure ahead veered right and dodged it. But guided by the chains attached to them, the daggers curved as though they had eyes and plunged straight into his arm, drawing a splash of crimson blood.
The pain in his arm made the fleeing figure turn back and curse, anger and helplessness written across his face.
"With your talent for alchemy, the Hall Master already said he could make an exception for you! Why come here and risk your life fighting us for a spot?!"
Mo Shang paid no attention to the voice coming from ahead.
Instead, when the young man turned back and exposed an opening, Mo Shang narrowed his eyes, a cold gleam flashing within them.
An opening!
"Shadow Prison!"
As Mo Shang's words fell, half the Dou Qi in his body was instantly consumed. The effect was equally