Wang Dong fell into a panic the instant he lost his vision.
Everything before his eyes was pitch-black. Whether he opened them wide or shut them tight, the darkness did not change in the slightest.
In his panic, the rhythm of the butterfly wings behind Wang Dong's back immediately fell into disarray. His body lost balance, and he plunged straight down.
Then, a terrifying sense of danger, like needles pricking his skin, came from below. Wang Dong frantically beat his wings, steadied himself, and flew higher.
"Tch." He heard his opponent's impatient voice below. Clearly, she had tried to leap up and grab him just now. A wave of lingering fear washed over him.
An Wen had not expected Wang Dong to react so quickly, but she was not in any hurry. She simply tilted her head up and stared intently at her opponent in midair, like a house cat swishing its tail as it fixed its gaze on prey, patiently waiting for the next opportunity.
The battle naturally fell into a stalemate.
Wang Dong raised a hand and touched the area around his eyes. Chilling dark-attribute power clung to them. He mobilized his own light-attribute Soul Power and struck at that dark power.
Yet it had no effect whatsoever. The Soul Power he gathered was continuously dissolved by the shadow. That tiny patch of darkness was like sticky candy, impossible to shake off.
This skill is such bullshit. That evil Bun Head. Wang Dong gritted his teeth.
Amid the darkness, his hearing became especially sharp. He could hear the wind stirred by his wings and the noisy chatter of the spectators in the stands. Soul masters did indeed have far better hearing than ordinary people, but without special training, it was still far too difficult to distinguish everything around