C57 Controlling Technique

Outside the cottage, Qin Biao and his companions were engulfed in darkness, shrouded by sinister black shadows. Clutching his dagger, Qin Biao desperately tried to carve a bloody path to freedom, but the shadows around him seemed intangible, like striking at cotton, rendering his efforts futile.

Wang Dawei and the others were faring no better. Wang Dawei's screams of exertion grew fainter