Footsteps sounded on the streets. A supernatural held his breath in a corner, freezing in place. His mysterious power was compressed into his body; not a particle leaked out. Listening intently in the darkness, he sighed with relief when the sound slowly faded away.0

Solars easily handled Black Armors, but he couldn’t. As a Plenilune, he could summon the wind and rain in the outside world so long as he didn’t run afoul of the three great organizations and Night Watchers. Not even the Sword Sect would easily move against a Plenilune.0

But here, all of the organizations had sent their elites. More importantly, a group of Sunflares had died as soon as they entered the ancient city. Darkmoons weren’t worth anything in comparison.0

These Black Armors were easily identifiable as the lowest level soldiers of the ancient city. However, they could still kill Darkmoons or even Sunflares! There were too many restrictions against supernaturals in this place.0

A tragic tinge crept into the supernatural’s thoughts when his thoughts traveled here. He didn’t want to explore anymore, but as a Yama member, there would be nothing but...0