The shadow soldiers poured out toward Wang Zikai like the sharp strokes of calligraphy on the vast golden paper. Wang Zikai clenched his right fist. Two bone stings extended from his knuckles, running several times longer than they had been before his awakening. From afar, the bone stings and their strange glow looked like a lightsaber.0

Dragging it across the mirror surface, Wang Zikai slowly walked toward the legion of shadows.0

The first soldier swung a giant axe at Wang Zikai’s face with its burly build. A fleeting thin red arc flashed like the afterimage seen when rubbing one’s...0