Having just finished explaining, Zhou Zhanxie stole a glance at Shane, then suddenly sprinted toward the edge of his Mental Power's reach.
"Hey!"
With Shane's reaction speed, there was no way Zhou Zhanxie could pull a fast one on him. A mere shift of his gaze dragged her straight back.
"Pretty impulsive, aren't you? Planning to sacrifice yourself the moment we look away?"
Shane scolded her, tossed her back, and contacted Rachel to have her enter the Shadow Dimension.
Now that they knew there was a solution, the problem was no longer a problem.
With Mental Power added to his arsenal, Shane was practically an all-rounder. Did they really think that was just talk?
"Who said it was your turn to sacrifice yourself?"
Leaving them with those words, Shane turned around. A hint of complicated emotion crossed his eyes as he looked at the hideous, pitch-black Hell vortex that seemed poised to swallow everything. Facing the raging spectral winds and terrifying suction, he walked calmly into it, step by step.
There were no earth-shaking phenomena, no explosive clashes of immense energy. His figure sank deeper into the black vortex with each step, and in an instant, endless darkness and pale skeletal shadows swallowed him completely.
Humm-
A moment later, the platform Shane had formed in midair from Mental Power abruptly began to dissipate. Everyone was dumbfounded.
Zhou Zhanxie had learned about Shane's past from the team sent by the United Nations.
Just as Constantine had said, even she hadn't believed Shane would truly abandon the idea of killing the amalgamation outright.
But growing up, Zhou Zhanxie had spent nearly equal amounts of time among the living and the dead. She felt a kinship with those resentful souls who had died unjustly without being evil themselves.
Zhou Zhanxie turned toward the