The Black Shadow in the mirror caught the fleeting glint of metal and stared blankly in Mo Ling's direction.
Mo Ling remained motionless as well, locked in a stalemate.
His mind was in turmoil.
'Why did I suddenly end up in a library?'
'And what is this Black Shadow?'
'Even after finding myself, I still can't escape? Where in the world am I?'
Confusion flooded him once more, and the sight of the Black Shadow standing by the table made Mo Ling increasingly tense.
Finally, after a period of standoff, the Black Shadow suddenly made a move.
It shot across the tabletop, swelling into a cloud of black smoke as it rushed toward Mo Ling.
The black smoke billowed, and within it, countless humanoid silhouettes seemed to writhe. They scrambled over one another, crawling forward like a colossal amalgamation of phantoms. In a mere instant, it swelled to fill the entire hall.
The black smoke surged over the desk, rolling right up to the surface of Mo Ling's mirror.
