mn it, Crazy Tower, don't think you can be arrogant just because you're big. Be careful tonight, the first one to fall might be you." Ye Junlang laughed, poured himself a drink, and drank with Crazy T...Chapter 399: Satanic Presence (1/2)

The inside of the building was deep and dark, with a raging wind howling and ghostly Qi permeating the air.

Ye Junlang's face was calm and composed, as serene as still water. Since he stepped into this dilapidated building, he and the oppressive darkness that seemed almost tangible had become one.

Eerie

Perhaps there is indeed a vengeful spirit lurking within this abandoned building, or perhaps it's a vengeful spirit armed with a sniper rifle.

Who is Ke Ye Jun Lang

The name is Satan, the executor of death, who can suppress a hundred ghosts!

Ye Junlang was not in a hurry to go upstairs. In the darkness, he looked at the layout of this unfinished building. The entire floor area was quite large, with four safety staircases in each corner leading to the upper floors.

Ye Junlang walked towards the safety railing on the right, his gaze fixed upwards. He pressed his body against the side of the stairs and climbed step by step.

The killer, wielding an assault rifle, would naturally be lurking in the shadows, biding his time. He might be hiding in a corner or an alcove on a staircase landing, ready to open fire the moment he emerged.

It's easy to dodge a bullet, but hard to guard against a poisoned arrow.

Facing such an experienced and ruthless killer, Ye Junlang had to be cautious.

Ye Junlang has already walked onto the second floor and is heading towards the third floor.

He wouldn't simply choose one direction and climb the stairs. He would only ascend the stairs in a particular direction after being 100% certain that there was no dangerous aura present on those stairs.

The shadow believed that it wouldn't leave any trace of its presence, not even a hint of scent, as its greatest reliance. Perhaps for others, this might be true, but for Ye Junlang who had already seen through this, it was actually the shadow's biggest fatal weakness.

Quickly, Ye Junlang ascended to the third floor. This level was still shrouded in an absence of shadows.

If the shadow lurked on the third floor, he would be able to sense it.

Ye Junlang was calm and collected, his aura completely restrained. He blended seamlessly with the darkness, moving with a lightness that produced no sound whatsoever. Like a predator at the top of the food chain, he stalked his prey step by step.

……

8th Floor.

The moment Shadow saw Ye Junlang charge into the dilapidated building, he knew his assassination attempt had failed.

It's not that his sniping skills were lacking, but Ye Junlang's feint tactic first misled him. Secondly, Ye Junlang's forward charge was too fast.

Since Ye Junlang has already entered the building, he will definitely come to find him.

What he faced next was a fight to the death with Ye Junlang within this dilapidated building.

Shadow had thought about several counterstrategies, such as going downstairs and ambushing Ye Junlang at a stairwell on a certain floor, waiting for him to appear before shooting him.

After much deliberation, he still gave up on the idea.

The main reason for this was that he couldn't sense Ye Junlang's aura.

The entire abandoned building was deathly still and eerie, as if only he were there. He felt no presence, heard no sound; it was as if Ye Junlang's entrance into the building had been nothing more than an illusion.

The shadow, however, knew all too well that this being, an enemy to him as none other, was drawing ever closer.

The fact that he couldn't sense Ye Junlang's aura didn't mean Ye Junlang couldn't sense his.

This is also the crux of the shadow's enduring confusion.

He had acquired a secret technique that allowed him to perfectly conceal his aura and scent, but it seemed that this rather conceited method had now been discovered by his arch-nemesis.

The shadow ultimately chose a corner in the southwest of this floor. He had scouted many times, and this corner was the best for an ambush because it allowed him to keep the staircase at the foot of all four corners within sight.

Ye Junlang is coming up, no matter which staircase he takes.

Chapter 399: Satanic Aura (2/2)

Exposed to his gun.

Just outside the dilapidated building, he had already dodged Ye Junlang's sniper shot once. This time, he couldn't afford to make a mistake.

The shadow crouched in the corner, its entire form blending seamlessly with the surrounding darkness. In his hand, he held a sniper rifle, his breath contained and steady, motionless as if a sculpture.

He has always been extremely patient, especially when killing.

……

7th Floor.

Ye Junlang has already stealthily arrived.

Having reached this floor, Ye Junlang was in no hurry to act.

He glanced at the stairs leading straight to the eighth floor. These seemingly simple stairs could also be a one-way path to hell.

This patience is quite good. To lay in wait like this, waiting for me to walk right into your trap Too bad, you can't feel me, but I can definitely feel you.

Ye Junlang muttered to himself.

There are many stones scattered on the ground, they should be left over from the construction of the building.

Ye Junlang silently picked up the scattered stones.

Then, Ye Junlang walked toward the stairs in the southwest. He stood before the stairs, looked up with a glance, and his aura changed drastically in an instant, with wind and clouds surging.

Whoosh!

Ye Junlang gathered his momentum and leaped forward, his entire body surging ahead like a bolt of lightning.

The aura that had been deliberately suppressed all along was released without reservation, powerful and majestic, heavy like a mountain, brilliant like the sun, as if a divine demon had descended to the mortal world. In an instant, the overwhelming pressure released swallowed the entire dilapidated building.

Its domineering aura is unparalleled in the world!

Like a sword drawn from its sheath, piercing the heavens. Its blade dances, causing the wind and clouds to churn.

This is like a lurking shadow suddenly announcing—I'm here!

When that overwhelming and fierce aura surged over like a tidal wave, Shadow felt as if mountains were collapsing on him in an instant. He could barely breathe.

After regaining his senses, the shadow realized the muzzle was pointed towards the stairwell leading to the southwest.

Though no figure was seen, the whistling sound of breaking air announced its arrival.

Hmph! Hmph!

Two piercing cries seemed to carry the weight of a thousand jun, hurtling towards the shadow in the corner. A figure flashed past from within the stairwell.

Whoosh!

At that moment, the shadow also fired a shot, and it could only fire one.

After firing his shot, he rolled forward, and two loud bangs echoed from the wall behind him as two pieces of stone fell to the ground.

What just shot out were two pieces of rubble.

However, with that momentum, if struck in a vital point by a stone, death would be certain. Even if hit elsewhere, serious injury was inevitable.

Hmph! Hmph!

A continuous barrage of sonic booms erupted, leaving no chance for Shadow to rise and counter. He could only roll and dodge incessantly.

Besides the piercing whistle of the sonic boom, a shadowy figure carrying an overwhelming aura was approaching.

Tut!

As the last stone shattered the air, the shadow flipped over with a sudden jerk, facing upward. The sniper rifle in his hand rose, poised to fire, but then—

Bang!

A leg strike rose from the darkness out of nowhere, howling like the wind, and swept across the Shadow's arm holding the sniper rifle in a first move.

Within the overwhelming force of that sweeping leg, the sniper rifle in Shadow's hand flew from his grasp. He glanced back, catching a glimpse in the darkness of a tall figure standing before him.

The shadow swiftly drew a blade from its sheath, without a word, leaped forward, and the gleaming edge of the blade shot toward the figure's heart.

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