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The suffocating pressure around Han Yun's neck intensified. His eyes widened in shock as he struggled to comprehend the threat. The world seemed to slow down and the clamour of the chaotic crowd seemed to be fading into a distant murmur as a dark figure emerged from the shadows.

The figure was cloaked in an aura of cold, menacing power. The figure's presence exuded an oppressive sense of authority that silenced the laughter of Han Yun's companions. The figure's eyes glowed with a fierce, unsettling light, their smile a grim, bloody crescent that sent shivers down Han Yun's spine.

"Who dares to interrupt my fun?" Han Yun's voice came out strained as he tried to turn his head to see the intruder. His hand instinctively reached for the weapon at his side, but his movements were sluggish and hindered by the unseen grip around his neck.

He felt as if his head had been held by a pair of pincer-like claws that had grabbed him to death.