Xu Xiaoyou looked up at the abandoned factory and walked straight in.
From the shadows on the ground behind her, swirling black mist surged up, and a shadowy figure rose.
The shadowy figure had a gloomy face, a tattered robe that had lost its luster swayed in the wind, and its muscular arms were covered with thick brown-gray fur, exposing a slender and naked snout.
The Dye Thief extended its sharp claws, tracing a silver line in the air.
Its sullen eyes were fixed on the girl delving deeper into the factory. In its world, everything was black and white, with blurred and indistinct outlines, except "dye" which possessed color.
