Jiang Chen's pupils tightened as the transformed figure of He Lan stood amidst the fading remnants of the white hot flames, her aura surging like a tide that knew no restraint, and a single thought sank heavily into his chest.
'This is not good.'
He Lan did not grant him the luxury of another thought. She transformed into a streak of blinding white light, her silhouette blurring into a singular high speed beam that erased the distance between them.
Jiang Chen's figure blurred as the Traceless Ink Steps unfolded, seeking to retreat until the incense stick burned out.
He did not even cross a meter.
He felt the light coating of sweat upon his skin instantly crystallize. Thousands of microscopic needles of ice pierced his flesh simultaneously, leaving his body leaking crimson from countless pinpricks. The thermal shock was so absolute that his blood felt sluggish, as if it were cooling lead flowing through his veins.
