In his hand, he still held tightly the glorious thunder that died with Ye Fan as a last resort.

The warehouse was silent for a while, except for the wind blowing through the gap in the door.

The uninvited guest glanced at the whole place, flicked his hands, and a few wisps of white phosphorus shot into the sofa and burned.

Fire shot into the sky.

The black shadow then stretched out, scurrying across the roof like a civet cat, and then quietly blended into the night.

If Matsuno Chiyama had not died and dozens of single sofas were burning, no one would have thought that the shadow had come.

"Depend on!"

"Don't care about me?"

"Has it been seen through?"

When the flames soared again, Ye Fan, who had been shot, jumped up from the ground.
Chapter completed!