Wanli Fengdao concealed his form. As his Spirit Power Value rapidly depleted, his figure seemed to merge with the brown bark, becoming indistinguishable in the pitch-black, rain-lashed night.
THUMP, THUMP, THUMP.
Wanli Fengdao's heart beat violently. He held his breath and watched as, not far ahead, a dark silhouette slowly straightened, faced the sky, and lightly sniffed the air.
With the occasional flash of lightning, the shadow's true appearance flickered momentarily.
It was an emaciated humanoid figure with unkempt, disheveled grey-white hair. It wore a layer of black rags so tattered that its original form was unrecognizable. Its pallid skin hung down limply, having lost all elasticity, like the slack skin after excessive weight loss—eerie and terrifying to behold.
