"Swish..."
At that instant, Black Jack felt a shiver unlike anything he had ever experienced.
He had chosen to unleash his most powerful ability and drag his opponent into the abyss because he feared the unknown.
But he had not expected that, after entering the abyss, the person he saw would still look exactly the same. There was no visible difference at all. And yet it was obvious that after entering the abyss, something about that person seemed to have been strengthened.
If that represented his essence—the thing Black Jack had originally wanted to see—
then now, he no longer wanted to look at it. To put it bluntly, he was afraid to look.
"My territory, my authority..."
A deep voice carrying a strange echo suddenly rang out.
Black Jack reacted with remarkable speed. The moment he sensed something was wrong, he raised the scepter in his hand high, pointing its tip toward the sky covered in dark-red flowing clouds, and toward the crimson full moon half-hidden behind them.
In the next moment, the Crimson Moon's light seemed to grow brighter.
Like a change in the pull of the tides, an invisible force came from all directions and wrapped around the little room.
Around the room, among the endless ruins and broken walls, even more strange things seemed to suddenly raise their heads.
Greedy and restless, they crawled toward the room from every direction.
At the same time, when Black Jack unleashed his greatest mental power against the room, his own body became extraordinarily bizarre. Like a twisted snake, he bounced rapidly out of the room, then swiftly slithered toward the depths of the ruins.
He had no confidence in dealing with this opponent. Not even after entering the abyss.
In that case, the only thing he could do was