Invisible Man

Shande's wail rose from the black mist, followed by a furious, hate-filled roar.

"Go to hell with your so-called concern! I don't need you to care about me! I don't care what the price is—I just want to be with my Sophia! You self-righteous bastards, give my Sophia back! Give her back! Give her back!"

Numerous arms with sharp nails condensed from the black mist and stabbed madly at the short-haired woman, trying to tear her apart to vent their fury. But under the assault of two silver daggers, most of the black mist arms were severed. Only a small number managed to strike the short-haired woman, and large bursts of bloody light immediately erupted from her body. Every spot touched by the black mist arms exploded open.

But comparatively speaking, the black mist suffered more. Under the short-haired woman's two silver daggers, it visibly weakened. Once the black mist realized this, it did not dare continue the struggle. With a strange shriek, it suddenly contracted and retreated dozens of meters away.

Whoosh!

The black mist dispersed, revealing Shande.

At that moment, many parts of Shande's body bore charred wounds that gave off a thick burnt stench. The intense pain stimulated him, turning his face, which had only just regained some color, even paler.

Yet this was nothing to him. It was not even enough to make him frown.

It was just that...

The muscles on his face were twisted. His teeth were clenched tight, both cheeks bulging high, his eyes and brows squeezed together. Tears streamed from the corners of his mouth.

The tears were black, like ink drawing streak after streak across his face.

Shande spoke in a trembling voice. He sounded as though he were crying, as though he were laughing, but even more as though he