Chapter 89 - A Dark Alley!

Zion stood dumbfounded as he stood on his guard. After watching the scene in front of his eyes, he was sure that the silver masked man had perhaps escaped and ended up standing among those people. And after that, he deliberately put all the blame on a human before the latter could even call out others. Since humans had always been scolded for no reason, no one would believe in Zion's words anymore. Even if he told them that he had seen the masked man from his own eyes, the murderer might use his exceptional social skills to turn the tables around and make trouble for Zion.

His eyes squinted at that as he glanced at the crowd filled with elves. Almost all the elves were using a fire torch here, and he frowned. Weren't elves supposed to have magical skills to do supernatural stuff? Then why wouldn't they use spells to create a ball of light or something?

When he was thinking about this, one of the elves with a fire torch glared at the human and said, "I guess we will have to use magic to capture this guy lest he escapes."

"Are you mad?!" Another got irritated and had a hint of anger in his eyes as he glanced at the elf beside him. "Don't you remember we have limited spiritual energy these days? Do you want to lose all of your spiritual powers and become powerless?! We don't have to use our power for this worthless slave."

Zion's brows furrowed when he heard this sentence. What was this thing about limited power? Why couldn't the elves use their power?

"I agree with him," another elf said, nodding at the man standing to his right. "We have to preserve as much as we can until the Queen can find a solution."

"But we can't let him escape!"

"What should we do?"

"I say," One of the elves squinted his eyes at Zion and said in a low voice, "We should use lower grade spells to capture this guy. This is a human without any powers, so I'm sure it won't be any harder to get him in. What do you think?"

Others tilted their heads and thought for a while. This idea seemed feasible. So what if they couldn't use more potent spells? They could still capture this human with the help of a few basic magical powers. As soon as this idea came into their minds, they glanced at each other and then turned toward the human standing in the dark alley.

Zion backed up a few steps. When he glanced at them, he could see that all of the elves standing in front of him were ordinary citizens rather than soldiers. So they might not have any fighting technique, but he was still on his guard since this was the village filled with elves. He still didn't know what kind of power levels they had!

For a moment, he regretted coming to this place alone. If only he had found a way to make Lia agree to his decision….

But he didn't think about it anymore. His eyes focused more on the people standing in front of him. Then he slowly walked back a few steps.

It was his misfortune that he ended up standing in the alley with walls on both of his sides. The only way to escape was to run deeper in this alley into the darkness.

He pursed his lips, and when he was pondering on the issue of how he could escape, one of the elves standing near him muttered something under his breath before his eyes started shining. The green eyes shone brightly as if someone had turned on the light inside. Just after that, two small fireballs appeared on his palms that were the size of a pea. If it weren't for the flame surrounding it, it would look even smaller.

As soon as it appeared, the light shone brightly from it that was even more intense than the fire torch in the hands of other elves. 

After that, the elf with a fireball in hand shouted to others, "We'll get him injured first. Let's attack his legs."

Others nodded and stood at the alley entrance as if they were guarding that place to stop Zion from escaping.

The detective, who knew that he wasn't left with another option than to choose the darker path, didn't waste another minute before he turned around and entered deep into the alley. He did not incline to spend his time fighting those people with special powers.

But it seemed he had underestimated the power level of those elves.

Soon one of those fireballs was shot at his leg and approached him in the blink of an eye. At this time, he was already looking back, and his pupils contracted seeing a fireball shot at him appearing right in front of him. It was good that after fighting with the assassin and training for fifteen-plus days with Lia, his reflexes became faster. So his body moved to his right and dodged the attack.

Another fireball closed in on him all of a sudden as if the same person shot it. At this time, Zion didn't even have the time to react when it attacked his legs. His eyes widened, and his body jolted up. A wave of pain spread throughout his legs that made it difficult for him to stand. It felt as if his bones were burning. He looked down and was shocked to see his left leg shining brightly in red color as if his skin and bones were on fire. Soon it died down, but the pain of burning only increased.

He gritted his teeth and dragged his leg forward. If he wanted to survive, he would have to escape even through the pain! His lips pursed as drops of sweat formed on his forehead.

"Capture him!" One of the elves shouted. "Do not let him escape!"

Zion didn't turn around anymore as his eyes glanced at the intersection nearby. An idea flashed in his mind. His body moved to the nearest big dustbin. At this time, the alley was surrounded by darkness. Almost all the elf citizens had already abandoned the fire torches, and they all chanted a spell to create small energy balls of different elements. Some were created out of pure electricity, while some had ice balls rotating on their palms. There were even pea-size stones dancing on some elves' hands.

Soon, all of them shot their attacks in Zion's direction as his body instantly jumped to the side and shifted behind the dustbin.

It was his fortune that the dustbin was placed right at the intersection, so when he ducked behind it, others thought that he turned to the right path in the intersection. They didn't think twice before dashing in that direction and running.

After they were all gone, Zion released the breath he was holding and dragged his injured feet toward another direction.