Calomon coughed out a mouthful of fresh blood, which contained fragments of his internal organs. The berserk energy gathering at the muzzle of the gun gradually dissipated. Even the light in the eyes had dimmed quite a bit. It was a sign that the life form was about to disappear. He smiled bitterly. "You are not a pirate. Who exactly are you? That ability of disappearing in an instant, is it the teleportation of the perceptual domain? "

"That's the Shadow Jump. As for who I am, ...