After the bright light subsided, Sack lowered his hands; the palace made of shadows was returning to its original form.
His eyes, however, had not yet adapted to the current darkness, and he was temporarily unable to see anything.
Soon, his eyes recovered from the effects of the flash grenade and adjusted to the dark environment, only then noticing the pairs of eyes releasing a blood-red glow in the darkness.
The flash grenade had no effect?!
Sack's expression filled with shock, and his heart sank to rock bottom—the flash grenade was his last trump card.
Normally, shouldn't shadow-like entities be afraid of bright light?
Why hadn't it affected them at all?
Puzzlement flashed through his mind. Before Sack could figure out a specific reason, the Shadow Soldier in front of him moved. It pounced like a cat on a mouse, its 1.8-meter height allowing for a certain agile posture.
