Chapter 4: The Trials and Tribulations on the Path to Forming a Team
Under the coordination of Chu Feng and Pan Yue, the crowd began to evacuate. Chu Feng kept a vigilant eye on the black fissure, while remaining alert to their surroundings.
They were well aware that danger was imminent. The black crack resembled the vertical pupil of a monstrous beast, gazing intently upon the ruined wasteland.
Neither Chu Feng nor Pan Yue dared to be careless. They swiftly withdrew the people, seeking a safer refuge.
They found an abandoned building, its structure dilapidated but still largely intact inside.
Climbing the rickety staircase, a wave of decay and rot assaulted their senses.
On the top floor, a shadowy figure flickered faintly in the dim light.
Chu Feng clenched his fists and tread softly, approaching slowly.
The figure showed no intention of fleeing, standing motionless.
Drawing nearer, Chu Feng made out the man’s features by the weak light.
He was lean, unshaven, with an unusually steady gaze, fiddling with some metallic parts in his hands.
Around them, the sinister spirits emitted low growls, greedily eyeing the trio, the tension suffocating.
“Hello,” Chu Feng said, trying to keep his voice calm, “we’re just looking for a place to hide from the spirits.”
The man gave no reply, only glancing at Chu Feng before turning deeper into the room.
Chu Feng hesitated, then hurried after him. “Wait! We mean no harm!”
Suddenly the man halted and spun around sharply. In his hand appeared a self-made metal weapon that gleamed coldly, pointing directly at Chu Feng.
His eyes were sharp as blades, scrutinizing Chu Feng and Pan Yue with suspicion, as though they were invaders rather than supplicants.
“Who are you?” the man’s low voice finally spoke, hoarse and wary.
“We are—” Chu Feng began, but before he could finish, a hideous spirit lunged out from the shadows, claws aimed straight for Pan Yue’s face!
A piercing screech tore through the air. The spirit carried a foul stench, its hooked claws striking at Pan Yue.
Chu Feng’s pupils contracted; adrenaline surged through him.
He sprang forward like a panther, shadow runes coursing like a tidal wave, converging into his right fist.
With a muffled thud, his fist, shrouded in dense black energy, smashed into the spirit’s belly.
The spirit wailed, its body flung backward like a sack struck by a hammer, crashing against the wall with a thunderous bang.
Debris and dust scattered, mingling with the scent of scorched air.
Aware of the danger, Chu Feng sidestepped another attack. Shadow runes coiled like serpents around his legs, enhancing his agility.
His left leg whipped out like a whip, striking a spirit’s neck with a crisp snap of breaking bone.
The spirit collapsed, struggling briefly before falling still.
Pan Yue bit her lip anxiously, watching Chu Feng fight.
Her heart pounded so fast it felt as if it might leap from her throat.
She longed to help but found her healing runes ineffective amid such chaos.
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