The other party is... Black Rakshasa!?
He recognized this man, or rather, this man was once his nightmare.
Black Rakshasa and White Night Demon, the assassins Shuangsha of the Dawn Society, whoever was targeted by these two never survived.
As he saw the man getting closer, a strong sense of suffocation suddenly gripped Xuedong Ming's heart. He wanted to get up and leave his seat, but his body wouldn't obey, sinking deeper into the chair as if falling into a bottomless abyss.
"No... no, no!!" The fear of death made Xuedong Ming open his mouth wide and wail dryly, tears and snot streaming down.
Not until he stood up in shock did he realize that the people around him were looking at him with a peculiar gaze. In a daze, the sound of the storm gradually faded away, the pale light above swayed, and the buzzing and dizziness occupied his world.
