A faint purple-black glow spread from An Wen's body, vaguely forming the phantoms of a dragon and a tiger in the air before vanishing.
Yet everyone present seemed to hear the roar of a dragon and the howl of a tiger beside their ears.
Specks of purple-black light gathered in An Wen's right hand, forming a pitch-black spear over two meters long.
The instant the spear appeared, the entire space seemed to darken with it.
The lazy expression vanished completely from Mu En's face as he reclined in his lounge chair. He abruptly sat upright and stared at An Wen in astonishment.
"Ultimate Darkness... Another Ultimate Darkness!" he muttered.
The spear in An Wen's hand was utterly black, its shaft devoid of even the slightest reflection, as though it could absorb all light.
Yet upon closer inspection, irregular crimson cracks covered the shaft. If examined carefully, those cracks resembled naturally split leather, or shattered glass that still remained connected. But when viewed less closely, the patterns seemed to come alive, like coiling dragons or charging tigers.
The spearhead was shaped like an elongated diamond and appeared to be made from the same material as the shaft. Yet its tip and blade were nearly transparent, looking incomparably sharp. Beneath the spearhead was a strand of purple-black shadow that flickered like flame, resembling the red tassel on an ordinary spear used to block blood.
A yellow soul ring floated beside An Wen's spear-wielding right hand.
"Tch, you talked so big, but you only have one ring." Wang Dong sneered as she hovered in the sky. "And you want me to use a thousand-year soul ring against you?"
She was a light-attributed Soul Master, so her perception of darkness was naturally even more direct. The dark energy spilling from An Wen made her