The howling fierce wind swept through the city, Jing Ci lifted his blood-red savage eyes, his voice turning cold and hoarse as he apathetically said, "Run, run as far as you can, this place is no longer where you belong."
The shadows excel at infiltration and lurking, naturally unable to possess much combat strength.
Otherwise, why would they remain hidden?
Just like Black Widow in the Avengers, once the final battle arrives, she inevitably takes a backseat.
Fortunately, they were smart enough.
For the shadow had already vanished without a trace, leaving him alone on the rooftop, yet it didn't feel lonely; rather, it carried a regal aura like the Lord of the World!
