People all have shadows.
Even a corpse has a shadow.
Almost everything in the world has a shadow.
But now, the guard who was just killed by the black smoke suddenly has no shadow.
This left all the martial artists present dumbfounded.
No one could clearly explain what was happening.
"Look, that black smoke seems to have no shadow either." Julius Reed pointed at the black smoke that was constantly approaching Terry Moore, squinting his right eye, his brain spinning rapidly.
Figuring out this issue is the only way to save Terry Moore.
"It really is." Shadow Kims stood up, examining the corpse.
After years of studying theology, Shadow Kims now felt an inexplicable fear when faced with a corpse without a shadow.
A fear stemming from the depths of his heart.
Before this, he even thought he knew enough, understood enough.
Now, Shadow Kims felt ignorant.
Extremely ignorant.
There was no way to determine the cause of death for the person in front of him anymore.
