Heh~ Heh~
The monster struggled to extricate itself from the wall, turned to face Tang Ye, and roared with a gaping mouth as if to intimidate him!
"No way out, huh?"
Placing the candle on the ground, Tang Ye no longer needed it now. However, the flame of this candle was surprisingly resilient; even with the rapidity of the movement, it stubbornly refused to die out. The flame weakened under the pressure of the wind, but as soon as he stopped, it flickered for a bit before flaring up again.
This was indeed strange. Ordinarily, flames would likely be extinguished by the wind pressure when one starts running, but the flame on this candle was extraordinarily tenacious. Moreover, everything around him felt the same—although the destruction he caused in the hallway seemed the same as the outside world, it gave him a sense of stubborn resilience. Tang Ye didn't know whether this was an illusion or where this sensation came from.
