Wen Xishu's palm had turned completely black.
In fact, even if he had written on different parts of his body, covering himself from head to toe-even putting vampires' names on his censored parts... he still would not have had enough room.
But Wen Xishu had also discovered... once he wrote down a name, what he wrote would take effect even if he wiped it away.
So he wrote only on his palm. By now, it was pitch-black, the writing impossible to make out.
But packed into that darkness were people about to die.
Or rather, obsessions about to die.
Under Wen Xishu's direction, Night Demon soon discovered he no longer needed to move.
Cannon no longer needed to hold off the tide of vampires surging toward them from afar, either.
He only needed to keep bombarding the distance, ensuring the firelight illuminated the city.
The vampires kept multiplying.
Watching the battlefield from concealment, Shadow noticed that some vampires would be fighting hypnotized vampires one second, then suddenly become hypnotized themselves the next... and turn into allies.
The vampires formed a defensive wall.
The wound on Canon's neck had miraculously healed.
His formation's draining and replenishing effect had kicked in. After more than a hundred vampires died, it had finally healed Canon's wound and restored his vitality.
Wen Xishu and the others also felt their depleted stamina returning.
Producing ammunition cost Cannon stamina, too. His ammunition was unlimited, but his stamina was not.
Within the range of Canon's Formation Eye, however, Cannon suddenly felt as though his strength would never run out.
The more vampires his bombardment killed, the more stamina he gained.
Wen Xishu never paused, continuing to write names and manners of death.
The vampires seemed to have split into good and evil factions.
Canon marveled:
"Your hypnosis... has