Black Shadow Reveals Secrets; Junior Brother Zhang Has a Sense of Justice

Black Shadow had finally seen the light.

No wonder Qin Yang had so readily let him out—he had done it just to pound him.

When he had been the Demon Hand, to put it bluntly, he had been suppressed there and unable to move. Qin Yang could not really do anything to him. He could not feel suffocation, crushing pressure, bleeding, pain, or anything else of the sort.

Qin Yang could only refine the Demon Hand, wield its power, and avoid suffering backlash from its power, but he could not destroy it.

Simply put, no matter what he did, Qin Yang could only curse him out.

Then write him down in the Little Notebook.

Now that he had broken free of the sea eye's shackles and been reborn, he had likewise left the safest place in the world.

Black Shadow, who had curled into his shell and been stomped until he could only exhale and not inhale, was already beginning to regret it. Had he known, he would not have come out.

Or rather, he should have waited for the storm to pass. Why had he insisted on eagerly running out to ram straight into the muzzle when the veins on Qin Yang's forehead were throbbing?

After being stepped on for a while, Black Shadow tucked in his head and stopped talking. Once he felt that he would not be stomped to death, his thoughts began to drift, and the joy of rebirth rose uncontrollably in his heart.

Still, a newborn Five-Colored Turtle had endured so many of Qin Yang's kicks without being stomped to death. Though that was related to his consciousness joining it and his power beginning to merge into it, it was still only a Five-Colored Turtle that had just broken out of its shell.

That proved