With a fierce shout, Chen Pingchuan's speed suddenly skyrocketed. His once-clear figure blurred into a residual image, moving at a bizarre and elusive angle as he instantly broke away from the engagement. At the same moment, an object appeared in his hand.
It was a piece of clothing that, at first glance, seemed as if the deepest shadows of the night had materialized. The garment was a profound, inky black, as if it could swallow all light like a black hole. Yet, within its hidden patterns, faint, blood-red glimmers pulsed. The entire outfit was covered in mysterious and ancient runes that shimmered with a faint purple glow. From the cuffs and hem, a black mist rose like smoke, constantly changing shape—sometimes hideous, sometimes twisted.
"Huh?"
