Before anyone could react, a sight that made their scalps prickle appeared.
Blood welled up from the spot where the spider legs had pierced Yin Yubing's shadow.
Bright red blood.
Not the strangely colored black blood, green blood, or pus-filled blood that Eerie or monsters shed, but bright red, warm blood belonging to a living person.
The blood gushed from the shadow, flowing along the gaps between the bones in the floor.
A sharp light flashed in Yin Yubing's eyes. Her eight spider legs began frantically stabbing at that spot in the shadow.
Once, twice, three times...
The sharp spider legs became streaks of dark blue-black afterimages, moving too fast for the naked eye to follow.
In a single breath, they stabbed hundreds of times, riddling the shadow with holes. Blood kept welling up from them.
Yin Yubing did not stop.
Five hundred times, eight hundred times, a thousand times...
Instead, her spider legs stabbed faster and faster, filling the air with an incredibly dense series of hissing sounds.
As the number of stabs approached a thousand, the shadow finally could no longer maintain its form.
Its outline began to twist, its edges growing blurry and unstable.
Was something struggling desperately beneath the skin, trying to burrow out?
Then, all of a sudden, the shadow took on the shape of a person.
A human figure lay facedown on the floor, its skin black.
A Black person.
The same question flashed through everyone's minds...
Why was it a Black person?
But that thought lasted only an instant.
On second thought, Shanghai had once been an international metropolis. It was perfectly normal for Black people to be there.
But what truly shocked them was this: just what ability had this Black person awakened?
They could actually hide in someone else's shadow, not