All his power, all his Gang Sha, vanished without a trace the moment it sank into his opponent's body, like a stone dropped into the ocean.
No blood.
No wound.
Even the black clothing was completely undamaged.
Lin Ye's pupils constricted.
'What kind of bizarre ability is this?'
Just as he was about to withdraw his spear and retreat,
a low voice drifted out from beneath the pitch-black hood.
"Have... you ever seen hell?"
Before Lin Ye could react,
he suddenly felt the light above him dimming at an unbelievable speed.
He instinctively looked up.
The virtual sun in the sky was being rapidly devoured by a darkness so profound it seemed absolute.
Endless shadows surged from Ye Wujiang's feet like a bursting dam.
In the blink of an eye, they had enveloped the entire battlefield.
The light vanished completely.
The surroundings were now devoid of any light, plunged into an absolute darkness where one couldn't even see their own hand.
