Black Flame stood still, while Mo Ling took a few steps back, and the remaining half of the spear was propped on the ground.

"Why." Mo Ling looked at Hei Yan, with a trace of pain on his face.

At the critical moment, Black Flame suddenly withdrew his strength and was not affected by the murderous soul of the Flame Dragon in the weapon.

Hei Yan smiled, his smile as gentle and innocent as before, "Because...I was alone once."

As soon as he finished speaking, Hei Yan's body fell backward.

He is Black Flame, and his combat power is not weaker than the Demonic Order. If he didn't have the idea that I was once a person in his heart, how could Zi Chen, a little guy who had just entered the sixth level, persist for such a long time.

If it weren't for the thought that I was once a human being, why would he take the initiative to restrain his violent power just now?

Just the energy aftermath of the collision can make life worse than death for the little guy hiding in the dark.

Hei Yan fell down, but with a smile on his face.

Mo Ling's face was full of sorrow.

Zi Chen, who was hiding, stared blankly at Hei Yan who fell to the ground. Because of Hei Yan's last words, he found that he could not feel any hatred towards Hei Yan, even though the other party had almost killed him several times before.
Chapter completed!