"Who goes there?" Ling Chen's heart skipped a beat as he turned his head toward the direction the flying knife came from. In the darkness, a black-clad figure walked out slowly. The man's attire was identical to the previous black-clad figures, the only difference being a mask covering his face. He moved silently, as if he were one with the surrounding darkness. Had it not been for his initiative to attack, Ling Chen would never have noticed his whereabouts.
Gazing at the black-clad man in front of him, Ling Chen felt a weight in his heart. The wrinkles at the corner of the man's eyes indicated he was of advanced age, likely around sixty or seventy years old.
As the man approached, a stinging sensation prickled Ling Chen's skin, and his whole body tensed. So strong! Ling Chen squinted, staring at the black-clad man across from him. Even though they hadn't come close yet, he could already feel the aura emitting from him. Only true experts could exert such invisible pressure.
