With the streetlights extinguished, this area of the city was plunged into darkness, broken only by a dark red beam that sliced through the oppressive gloom, rapidly entering the Health Preservation Hall. 0

In the dim room, devoid of light, Wang Xuan's eyes were clear. He swung his short sword, creating a dazzling flash like a striking whip, slashing forward.0

The dark red arrow penetrated the wall, leaving a tiny hole. It was short, no longer than a pen, but intricately crafted. The arrow, covered in dense symbols and emitting a red halo, trailed a tail several meters long, creating a mesmerizing yet intimidating sight.0

Like a red meteor from outer space, it suddenly crashed into the room, aiming to destroy everything within.0

The short sword gleamed brilliantly as Wang Xuan, with precise and powerful strokes, bisected the palm-sized dark red arrow. The blade's sharpness was unmatched, silently severing the arrow.0

However, Wang Xuan felt no triumph, only tension tightening his skin. He moved like a ghost, leaving a trail of afterimages in the room, his every hair standing on end.0

The bisected arrow, in a moment, rejoined into one complete dark red arrow. The special symbols on its shaft glowed faintly,...0