Lin Yu only felt his scalp tingle as if countless fine needles were pricking his nerves.
His legs shook uncontrollably, and he stood frozen like a startled bird, with his breathing rapid and disordered.
Fine beads of cold sweat seeped from his forehead, trickling down his cheeks and dropping to the ground with a faint plinking sound.
An inexplicable fear surged within him like a tide, completely drowning him.
The calm yet oppressive voice of Chen Nan echoed in his mind, like an invisible blade piercing straight into his heart.
As Chen Nan steadily advanced, a hint of wariness shone in Hu Ba's eyes.
His fingers tightly gripped the handle of his long knife, his knuckles whitening from the force, as blood-colored patterns faintly appeared on the blade, as if responding to its master's nervous emotions.
