What's Wrong With Being A Salted Fish?

Hello, Give Me Some Light 19

The Dark God shook his arm, and the wound on his arm began to heal slowly. Then, he opened his hand, and a black formation appeared on Lin Zhuo's limbs, controlling his movements.

"You said that if I directly remove your limbs, can you still continue to use your ice ability?" As he said this, he gestured on Lin Zhuo's body, as if looking for a place to start.

Lin Zhuo tried to break free from the formation, but the formation did not move at all.

"No, why?" Lin Zhuo didn't understand. Why did this guy suppress him like this?

"Because you, the host, have the power of light in your body. The Dark God's formation is absorbed by the light. If you have even a little bit of the power of light in your body, his power will suppress you all the time." 0617 explained. 

"You see, your people are trapped because they all have more or less the power of light in their bodies."

"You call this a reasonable plot?! How can I eliminate the power of light?" That's outrageous. Does he have to remove his bones?

"Ah, host, as long as you restore the Dragon God's divinity, you will not use the power of light. At that time, you will use the spiritual power from all things."

"Wow, that's a great idea. Then how do I restore my godhood?" Lin Zhuo felt that 0617 was talking nonsense. If he knew the method to restore his godhood, would he still let this little jerk, the Dark God, run wild over him?

"Then I don't know." 0617 shrank himself into a deep place.

Seeing Lin Zhuo's dazed look, the Dark God was very unhappy. Death was imminent, and this guy dared to ignore him!

He snorted coldly and raised his fingers slightly. The formation on Lin Zhuo's left arm turned from black to red. With a click, Lin Zhuo felt a huge pain.

Damn! Lin Zhuo clenched his teeth, feeling the bones in his left arm being crushed repeatedly, the pain made his forehead sweat.

Seeing his painful expression, the Dark God's gloomy expression relaxed slightly. He enjoyed this moment. He raised his hand again, and when the formation on Lin Zhuo's right arm was about to change color, a blade of light brushed past his cheek, cutting a hole in his face.

The Dark God wiped his cheek, smearing blood on his hand, and then his wound healed quickly. He lowered his head and saw Luo Fu struggling to raise his arm.

As the person with the most light power in his body, Luo Fu was seriously injured. The blood dripped from his mouth uncontrollably, staining his white robe with red plum blossoms. He looked painful. 

Just raising his hand took a lot of effort. Many tiny beads of sweat overflowed from his forehead. 

A few strands of silver hair were also wetted by sweat and stuck to his face. He looked like he had been fished out of the water. The action just now seemed to have reached his limit. He had to bend down and gasp for breath.

Seeing how hard he was working, the Dark God couldn't help but feel happy. He stretched out his hand and sucked Luo Fu onto the platform, then lifted his chin and breathed at him: "My dear old friend, it's rare to see you like this."

"Get out!" Luo Fu wanted to wave him away, but he couldn't lift his hands.

Luo Fu's appearance greatly pleased him. He pinched Luo Fu's face, and he couldn't help but feel happy. 

Finally, the God of Light who was always high and mighty finally fell into his hands! Look at him, so weak and fragile, he really wanted to tear him apart!