Zheng Hang's expression remained unchanged, and in the next instant, he vanished from his original spot like a ghost.
There was no sound of wind, no trace of footsteps, not even the air seemed to ripple, as if he had torn open a fissure in space, instantly relocating to appear beside the Beautiful Spider.
Zuo Bai's fingers, which had been supporting his spectacles, froze for a moment. His face looked three times worse than when his heart had been pierced during the sneak attack. He stared fixedly at the place where Zheng Hang disappeared and reappeared.
"Thirteen meters of silent, traceless blink. No ripples in the sewage, no visual afterimages in the air. Is this true... teleportation?"
Zuo Bai dropped his playful and teasing demeanor, a rare grave expression appeared on his face.
Zheng Hang's movements were incredibly swift; as his arm subtly lifted, the entire limb transformed into a two-meter-long streak of black, resembling a soft sword forged from darkness.
