"When you read this letter."
"You are already dead."
The handwriting on the letter was succinct and cold. If an ordinary person read it, they might dismiss it as a naive prank and scoff at it.
But if the recipient was Yi Fan, this was an undeniable threat.
Retreat!
Han Zhan became extremely vigilant.
Although he didn't believe that Yi Fan, a Tier Eight Spirit Contract Master, could instantly kill him.
Even if Yi Fan wanted to leverage external forces, he would first have to break through Lin Jingxuan's Heaven and Earth Array, and Tier Nine Spiritual Power fluctuations couldn't go unnoticed.
But he still chose to retreat from the alley at the corner as fast as possible.
Just as Han Zhan was about to leave the alley, the sky suddenly turned pitch black.
A strange, unsettling feeling sprouted from the depths of his heart.
An inexplicable unease arose in his heart; it was not the natural arrival of night, but as if some force was devouring everything around him.
