The shadow turned back, its gaze complex as it looked at Luo Chen. Meanwhile, Zhao Dongfang seized this fleeting opportunity, agilely scaling a high wall, disappearing from their sight in an instant.
"Zhao Dongfang!" Luo Chen roared, but the only response was the echo of an empty street. He tightly gripped the Death Scroll, his eyes filled with a flash of anger and disappointment. He knew that allowing Zhao Dongfang to escape this time meant it would be difficult to catch him again.
The shadow didn't pursue Zhao Dongfang but instead slowly turned around to face Luo Chen. Though its visage was unclear, the cold aura it emanated made Luo Chen feel an inexplicable pressure.
Luo Chen took a deep breath, striving to calm his inner emotions. He realized that this shadow was obviously no ordinary enemy. At this moment, alone, he must respond with caution. He tightly clutched the Death Scroll in his hand, as if it were his only support and bargaining chip.
