The soft moonlight shines through the thin curtains, and the insinuation of water shines on Yan Chen's body like water. Although it was late at night, Yan Chen, who was lying on the bed, did not feel the slightest sleep.

Suddenly, Yan Chen felt a haze in front of him, a faint feeling of fatigue welled up in his heart, and an inexplicable voice urged him to fall asleep, and almost instantly Yan Chen felt that something was wrong.

"Words and spirits. Guard! At the same time, a light shield covered with supernatural runes appeared around Yan Chen, and a semicircular light shield enveloped Yan Chen.

The most great onmyoji Abe Harumi's proud technique, the spirit of words. The role of Shou is not only physical protection, but also a special power that can support the mind and spirit at the same time. A warmth from the body dispelled the fatigue and drowsiness on Yan Chen's body.

"What happened?" Yan Chen looked at the surroundings suspiciously, and a pitch-black mist shrouded the entire room. Time seemed to be stretched infinitely, and everything seemed to stand still, except for Yan Chen.

"Could it be that Caiyue is dead again?" Yan Chen looked at the familiar environment in front of him and seemed to understand something.

"Tsk, it's really troublesome, what did that rookie do, can't he stop it?" Knowing what was happening, Yan Chen also relaxed slightly.

He's also a person who has experienced two deaths, and since he was okay before, he must be able to do it this time... Yanchen secretly stood with a flag.

"Leave... Here—" A faint voice came from the black mist.

Hearing this voice, Yan Chen was so frightened that even his hairs stood up, "Who?" Who's pretending to be a ghost there?! Yan Chen scolded at the black mist.

"Get out of here... Outsiders... This is not yours! The distant voice resounded through the dark space again, the voice was very ethereal, as if it was in the distant sky, and it seemed to be in front of you. It is not an exaggeration to describe this voice as contradictory, demonic, and weird.

Yan Chen carefully identified the source of the sound, but it was useless, the sound seemed to come from every corner, and it seemed to be scattered from some unknown location to the entire space.

However, Yan Chen was not unaware of it, he vaguely heard that it was a woman's voice, and it was somewhat similar to Emilia's tone.

"Jealous witch? Shatila? Yan Chen tentatively shouted around.

"Get out of here! Get out of here! Get out of here! Stay away from my pleiades! The Pleiades are mine..."As if stimulated by Yan Chen's words, the distant female voice suddenly became crazy.

"Remember this guy seems to be a sick girl?!" Yan Chen listened to Sattila's frantic voice and seemed to remember something.

"Pleiades, I love you—you gave me light, you took me by the hand in the darkness to show me the outside world, you were in my lonely and timid nights... You are mine, so it is enough for you to look at me and love me..."Shatila's frantic voice was full of morbid love, and the dark shadow hand twisted wildly in the mist.

Dozens of shadow hands twisted towards the only light source in the mist, "Bang... Bang... Bang..."For a moment, the dull percussion sound like beating a big drum continued to sound. Mamoru began to falter.

"Click...", a sound like glass shattering, as the number of Shadow Hands increased to hundreds. Shou was completely shattered, but the power of the Shadow Hand was also spoken. The energy generated by the shattering sound is canceled out.

"Pleiades, my dear..."The hand of shadow that had dissipated gathered again, surging towards Yan Chen like a dark tide.

"It's noisy, bastard!" Yan Chen was still hesitating to fight with this guy, but at this moment, he had to fight.

"Gate of Babylon!" Flame-like golden ripples rose up, and the treasures representing human illusions shimmered with a cold glow and confronted the Hand of Shadow.

Almost instantaneously in the first moment, the Shadow Hand in front of it was destroyed by the Rain of Treasures, but the Shadow Hand came again as if it were endless.

Yan Chen stared at the clash between the rain of treasures and the tide of Ying in mid-air, and the corners of his mouth raised a pleasant arc.

"Although this sentence is a little inappropriate for the moment, I still want to ask—Shatila, do you still have enough treasure (Shadow Hand)?" Yan Chen said loudly, his eyes burning with fierce battle intent at this moment.

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