The darkness spread like ink, seemingly filling every inch of space, leaving no room to breathe.
And within this suffocating silence, a wisp of danger lingered, ever present but elusive.
Like the tongue of a snake hidden in the grass, it wafted out in thin tendrils, teasing his taut nerves.
Fang Cheng held his breath, standing quietly in place.
His body seemed motionless, as if frozen in time.
Yet his Spirit was pushed to its limit, every nerve fiber sparking, in a state of heightened alertness.
Facing the deadly threat concealed in the shadows, his eyes showed no panic, only his senses extended to their fullest.
Like an incredibly precise radar, constantly scanning everything around him, capturing the slightest movement.
Even the trace of a single dust particle rising or falling.
His mind was calm as water, so deep that no ripple could be seen.
And so, he silently waited for his opponent to attack again and expose a weakness.
