Thank You

The man aimed the syringe at Luo Li, moving with eerie precision. Neither Feng Fan nor Luo Li noticed the approaching danger until it was too late. When the lights flickered back on, the syringe's needle had already pierced Luo Li's arm.

"Aargh!" Luo Li screamed, pain contorting her features as the murky liquid flooded into her veins.

Feng Fan's eyes widened in shock. "You—!"

Black flames erupted from his fist, and without hesitation, he drove it into the man's face. The blow landed with a crack, and the sinister spiritual energy controlling the assailant dissipated instantly. The man's body went limp, collapsing to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut.

In the shadowy corner of the hall, a figure observed the scene with piqued interest. A twisted smile played at his lips as he murmured, "Oh, what an interesting ability this one has…"