Despair
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
The black shadow was destroyed by Jiang Lan.
Its actual strength was not much different from Jiang Lan's estimation.
It seemed that the power of the attack wouldn't change much as long as his mind was there.
This wasn't a competition of one's state of mind.
Perhaps it was because this place was not controlled by humans.
This was the edge of the Netherworld.
The other party couldn't come out, and neither could Jiang Lan's physical body.
This made it fair and equal for both parties.
After killing one, Jiang Lan didn't continue attacking.
Instead, he looked at the surrounding shadows.
He needed to find a way out.
So far, he had been unable to jump out directly.
He was not strong enough.
"You're actually this strong?" A woman walked out.
"Every figure here is my carrier. Can you kill one or all of them?"
"What if I do manage to kill all of them?" Jiang Lan asked.