Jiang Qingwan walked all the way to the door, and through the crack in the door, she could smell a strange, fishy stench emanating from the dark figure outside.

It resembled a long-decayed corpse, yet it carried a hint of woody fragrance.

The tentacles all crawled up the door, converging in front of Jiang Qingwan to form the shape of a human figure, tilting its head and grinning at her.

The scene was incredibly bizarre and terrifying.

If it were someone else, they would probably be terrified.

But Jiang Qingwan suddenly flung open the door with lightning speed, then kicked it out hard.

The figure outside was caught off guard and kicked squarely.

Jiang Qingwan used all her strength, but the other person's body did not move at all.

Instead, she staggered back two steps due to the force of the impact, almost falling.

The black tentacles on the door frame slowly returned to the person's body. Beneath the black mask were a pair of crimson eyes, and the person tilted their head like a ghost.

It let out a cackling laugh.

He mocked Jiang Qingwan's sneaky attack, which felt like a tickle.

Jiang Qingwan was panting heavily, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her fair forehead.

His clear, bright eyes, bathed in the interplay of moonlight and lamplight, revealed a hint of a cold smile.

The masked man's smile suddenly froze.

Suddenly I felt a burning pain in my abdomen.

He subconsciously looked down and saw that a ball of spiritual fire had ignited where Jiang Qingwan had just kicked him.

Thousands of black tentacles, like a net, rushed towards the fire, and wisps of black smoke rose from the flames, accompanied by a shrill scream that only the two of them could hear.

Even so, the black spider web still managed to extinguish the fire very quickly.

As she stood up, Jiang Qingwan drew a talisman on the sole of her foot with the blood from her fingertip.

However, she currently has very little spiritual power to draw upon. Although the talisman itself is powerful, its attack power is still too weak.

The black silk threads dissipated, revealing a patch of burned, bloody skin on the masked man's abdomen.

He slowly raised his head, his crimson eyes filled with murderous intent, and cracked his shoulders.

A red light was flashing on his chest, and the mangled skin was visibly healing.

Jiang Qingwan was startled.

This person actually has a magical artifact embedded in their body?

In a moment of distraction, her neck was suddenly grabbed and lifted up forcefully.

The masked man's rough, hoarse voice was like a dull knife grinding against a stone.

"You won't survive with just that little skill."