1696: C1696 Firefly

C1696 Firefly

"You know?" Dark Souls was slightly panicking in his heart.

Dark Souls thought someone had leaked his information.

For assassins, they can make sure that their skills are hidden from the public, making it so that they can catch people off guard. But if everyone knew their own abilities and was guarded against by others, it would put an assassin in a passive position.

"Of course!" Han Zhen had already noticed the clues when the Shadow Stinger exchanged blows.

The shadow was not tangible, and as for the condensed power, it could also change its shape.

Martial Arts Grandmaster was only using his inner strength to form his body, so he wasn't able to resist the Shadow Stinger completely.

Therefore, Han Zhen's palm strike just now was not just condensed with power, it was mixed with the power of the Primordial Secret.

The Primordial Secret cultivates Spiritual Sense.

The Spiritual Sense's power was invisible and had substance to it as well.

Even if it was Dark Souls's Shadow Power, he was unable to completely escape the suppression of the Spiritual Sense's power.

"Someone leaked my information, no wonder you were able to resist my Shadow Stinger!" Dark Souls was very angry.

Dark Souls was deeply aware of the thorny problem in front of him, which was Han Zhen. And now, Dark Souls's ability was being restrained by Han Zhen.

Unable to kill Han Zhen, Dark Souls immediately had the thought of leaving.

Among the killers, there was also Psychomotor. Dark Souls could only ignore the former hatred and cooperate with them to fight against Han Zhen.

As soon as Dark Souls thought of this, the entire bar fell into complete darkness.

It was completely dark, without the slightest bit of light.

"What's going on? Why is there no light at all! "

"I'm so scared!"

"Mama! Someone is touching my feet! "

"Quick, whoever has the fire engine, light it!" Even a little light would do! "

Fear of darkness was human nature.

Such darkness without any light source completely evoked the fear of human nature.

The scene fell into complete panic.

"You want to leave?" Han Zhen immediately saw through Dark Souls's intention.

It was because the Spiritual Sense's power that was gathered in his palm earlier had once again turned into a mark on Dark Souls's body.

"Who wants to leave?" Zhou Hong said in a daze with her eyes closed.

"He can't leave!" Han Zhen continued.

Just as Han Zhen finished his sentence, Han Zhen flicked his hand and a flame appeared.

The flames were as sharp as needles. In such dense darkness, they were simply fireflies.

"There's light now!" Someone saw a little light and immediately exclaimed in surprise.

"This light is too small! We can't see anything, can't see anything. Don't even think about photographing that ghost! " Someone saw the shadow before him and behind him and said with a sad face.1

Dark Souls chuckled.

Dark Souls existed with the help of shadows. Without the light, they were all shadows.

But with light, the shadows would never disappear.

Light and shadow had always been interdependent.

It could be said that no matter the circumstances, Dark Souls was invincible.

Needless to say, a small candle light had appeared.

Because it would only aggravate the darkness of the shadows.

"Small?" Han Zhen shook his head.

With a flick of his hand, a gust of wind struck the flame.

Bang!

Only a tiny bit of the flame was left. It was blown away by the wind created by the finger attack.

"The fire has been extinguished!" Upon seeing a glimmer of hope, the crowd could not help but be alarmed.

The next moment, the flames that had been blown into fine threads burst out and expanded.

Flames bloomed in the air like lotuses.

The Purple Night Bar, which was originally shrouded in darkness, was brightly lit, as if it was the best bar in the world.

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