"Five, four, three..."
Three seconds passed in the blink of an eye.
Cracks had spread across the Lamp Spirit's face.
As he suddenly reached out, the Dark Clothes returned, covering his shell-like body. Then, light and dark melted, returning to chaos. A shattered shadow, laced with layers of cracks, abruptly shrank back into the oil lamp. Ansali staggered backward and collapsed to the ground, dripping with sweat, his face deathly pale.
It was as if the eternal darkness had been torn apart. The Prince opened his eyes once more, his mouth agape with fury, as if ready to roar.
But then he saw her: the teenage girl kneeling at the end of the corridor.
Her eyes were downcast, her fingers resting on the hilt of the sword at her waist, as gentle and serene as if caressing willow branches.
Facing his raging visage, Li Jian Amber lifted her face.
The disguise hidden in the darkness of her black pupils was torn away, revealing a sharp contour.
