"Ha... ha... ha!"
His body temperature rose, while the night air was icy cold.
London nights in October were only around 10°C, but after fleeing nonstop through the darkness while avoiding crowds, sweat had still soaked the shirt beneath his suit.
He was still in darkness beyond the reach of the streetlights. Outside stood the distinctly British buildings, generally around four stories tall, unlike those of other modern metropolises.
Fang Ran leaned against the shadowed rear wall of a house, in a corner no one would ever visit at night.
The darkness before him and the cool wall at his back, which eased the heat in his body, gave him the limited sense of safety and shelter he had right now.
With the physical energy he had trained during that summer vacation, his ragged breathing showed that, from then until now,
Fang Ran had already fled nearly ten thousand meters from London. He loosened the tie that felt constricting and slowly slid down the wall to sit on the ground.
Only after finally becoming temporarily safe did he begin to tremble as he thought!
What was going on!!!?
His ability couldn't be activated!???
No one knew that, in the instant Silver Severing Dragon Tooth had failed to appear, Fang Ran had felt as though he had suddenly fallen into an abyss.
He stared at his right hand in disbelief, clenching it as he tried once again to summon Silver Severing Dragon Tooth.
But he still failed. His clenched hand grasped nothing but air.
Though he had already tried countless times while fleeing, once he finally confirmed the fact that his ability had disappeared, Fang Ran was still instantly thrown into enormous turmoil!
All this time, whether it had been the restaurant collapse or Night Pearl, whether it had been a