At that moment, Shen Feng felt something too. He snapped his eyes open and stared at the metal wall not far away.
His vision had been enhanced, so he immediately saw the dark figure struggling to break free from the metal wall.
It was a person!
But the person was shrouded in darkness and impossible to see clearly, as if they were nothing more than a mass of shadow—a shadow that had come to life.
Shen Feng's heart pounded when he saw it. His thoughts raced. 'What the hell is this thing!? Is this Detective Conan?'
A moment later, however, he had already tightened his grip on his assault rifle, aiming it at the dark figure's location.
Meanwhile, Witch Tower and the others, still meditating with their eyes closed, felt nothing amiss. They continued to follow Shen Feng's instructions, picturing this world's Antichrist and Savior in their minds.
