What swirled around the bizarre cyclist was not black mist, but fine grains of black sand.
The roiling grit made Mo Ling feel as if he were back in the sandstorms of the 2nd Floor of the Abyss. The only difference was that the black sand around the cyclist now constantly emitted an unpleasant, grating sound.
The black sand was constantly roiling, slowly closing in to surround Li Luo.
"Cyclist?"
Li Luo asked again in a low voice. Although she was still testing the waters with her words, her hand had already crept to the end of her purple wrist cord.
This bizarre cyclist before her made it impossible to let her guard down.
The surrounding black sand seemed to be roiling faster, drawing closer and closer to Li Luo.
'He's hostile.'
If he were friendly, he would have tried to communicate by now. But instead, the cyclist before her just kept manipulating that strange sand, as if trying to block her path.
Watching the black sand spread, Li Luo hesitated no longer.
"Run!"
