In the blink of an eye.
A bizarre and terrifying field of black flowers appeared out of nowhere, gently enveloping Su Wanqing and Wei Banng, while isolating the four Tier Three individuals outside.
"The Ten Apostles... Sixth... Mandala..."
The bald strong man at the forefront ca to an abrupt halt at the sight.
The playful and cruel smile on his face instantly froze, replaced by an unbelievable shock.
He stared intently at the sudden appearance of the black flower field, his pupils contracting violently.
The other three also wore grim expressions...
They forcibly halted all attacks, gazing uncertainly toward the depths of the flower field.
Su Wanqing and Wei Banng were equally stunned by this sudden change.
They stood at the center of the flower field, but the deadly fragrance had no effect on them; instead, a peculiar sense of peace enveloped them, isolating them from outside hostility and pressure.
The two exchanged glances, each seeing extre confusion in the other’s eyes.
Mandala?
In Su Wanqing’s mory, she had never heard of such a figure in the City of Injustice!
On the deathly silent street.
Only the black petals swayed silently, exuding an increasingly intense fragrance.
The bald strong man’s face was livid; he suppressed his inner fear, his eyes firmly locked onto the faint silhouette in the depths of the flower field, his voice carrying suppressed anger and a hint of barely discernible dread:
"Mandala! Are you going to interfere in our affairs?!"
His voice echoed down the empty street, carrying both a challenge and a hint of facade.
Within the depths of the flower field.
A figure slowly erged amid the falling black petals.
She stood suspended, about a foot off the ground.
Clad in an extrely simple black long dress with a classic cut, devoid of any superfluous ornantation, yet accentuating her breathtaking silhouette.
Her jet-black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, with a few strands lifted by the gentle breeze.
It brushed against her smooth forehead and...
A pure white, flawless, featureless smooth mask.
Only behind the mask were those eyes peering through the holes.
Dark and serene.
She floated there quietly, against the backdrop of the bizarre black mandala, as if she were the center of the entire dark world.
Upon hearing the bald strong man’s challenge, a cool, indifferent female voice ca from behind the mask, without a trace of emotion:
"I’m taking over this matter."
After a pause, her ancient, unwavering eyes shifted slightly, sweeping over the four as if facing a great enemy, her voice still flat, yet as cold as ice:
"So what?"
The bald strong man and the others looked even more displeased at these indifferent words.
This was outright unreasonable protection.
"You..."
The bald strong man wanted to say sothing.
But the woman with the mask gave him no chance to continue.
She slightly tilted her head, her gaze seemingly penetrating the mask, falling onto the four.
That gaze was calm and unperturbed, yet it made the four feel as though an invisible giant hand was squeezing their throats, as if their blood was about to freeze.
Then a question with a hint of faint curiosity rang out:
"Also, who gave you the courage,"
"To speak to like this?"
Boom!!!
The mont she finished speaking, that final word fell like a boulder into a tranquil lake.
An imnse, abyss-like ntal pressure, along with the pervasive black mandala fragrance.
Landed like an invisible tsunami.
Crack! Crack!
The Qi Blood rising from the bald strong man’s body shimred violently like a candle in the wind, almost extinguishing.
The other three were also caught off guard and fell to their knees.
The four Tier Three individuals, under this terrifying pressure, seed to have all their bones removed.
"Run!"
Fortunately, after struggling, the bald strong man finally managed to squeeze out a syllable from his throat.
Without any hesitation, without any exchange.
The four turned and ran as if they had their tails stepped on.
Transforming into four differently colored streams of light, they fled in different directions without looking back.
So fast that they left afterimages in the air.
Regretting that their parents hadn’t given birth to two more legs.
In just two or three breaths!
The four previously aggressive Tier Three individuals fled without a trace like stray dogs.
At the intersection, only the bizarre black mandala flower field remained.
And above the flower field, the quietly hovering, black silhouette donned in a pure silver mask.
And at the center of the flower field.
Su Wanqing and Wei Banng remained in extre shock and bewildernt.
Dead silence.
Only the sound of black petals swaying silently in the breeze.
The floating figure slowly descended from the air, the hem of her pure black dress brushing past the blooming mandalas on the ground, yet not touching a single one.
She turned to face Su Wanqing and Wei Banng.
Beneath the mask, those unreadable eyes seed to fall upon the two.
"Go."
A clear and flat word reached the ears of the two.
"Don’t speak."
Su Wanqing and Wei Banng awakened as if from a dream.
Though countless questions and turbulent thoughts filled their minds, the mysterious and terrifying being before them was clearly a friend, not a foe.
They dared not hesitate, imdiately collecting their thoughts, closely following the black figure.
The three silently made their way through the bizarre black flower field.
As they stepped out of the flower field’s edge.
Buzz!
It was as if they passed through an invisible mbrane.
The noise of voices, the blaring car horns, the city’s unique background noise surged in like a tide.
The sunlight beca warm and glaring again.
Traffic flowed incessantly on the streets.
Pedestrians hurried along, casting curious or indifferent glances at the three suddenly appearing by the roadside.
The previous battle ground, that bizarre flower field, seed as if it had never existed.
They had returned to the normally functioning streets of the City of Injustice.
The mysterious Mandala did not pause.
She walked straight to a roadside shop selling high-end electronic products.
She seed very familiar with the place, walking straight through the dazzling display area toward the inconspicuous employee passage at the back of the store.
She pushed open a door marked "Warehouse Area, No Entry to Unauthorized Personnel."
Inside was a narrow space filled with cardboard boxes.
And in the corner of the wall, there was an elevator crafted entirely from a type of dark silver tal.
The woman approached the elevator, extending her finger clad in black lace gloves, lightly tapping on the smooth tal panel devoid of any buttons.
Buzz.
The elevator doors silently slid open to the sides.
She was the first to step inside.
Su Wanqing and Wei Banng exchanged glances, suppressing their doubts, and followed her into the elevator.
The elevator doors closed, a slight weightless sensation pervading.
Until this mont, the enclosed space contained only the three of them.
Su Wanqing finally couldn’t resist any longer, looking at the black figure standing with her back to them, cautiously speaking, her voice carrying undisguised confusion:
"You are...?"
Wei Banng also stared intently at the back, her cool eyes filled with inquiry.
Hearing Su Wanqing’s question.
The black figure that had been facing away from them, exuding an aura of aloofness, slowly turned around.
The pure silver mask glinted with a cold sheen under the soft light of the elevator’s ceiling lamp.
Beneath the mask, those unreadable eyes seed to fall upon the two.
Then.
A voice tinged with a hint of amusent but also a trace of helplessness sounded softly through the mask:
"Haven’t you been looking for all this ti?"
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