The black hole spun faster and faster.
Its suction also continued to increase.
Yet this suction was not particularly strong; it did not even pull in the scattered stones nearby.
But...
The shadows.
Shen Boxia lowered his head.
His shadow was being stretched in an eerie posture. His feet remained where they were, but the upper half of his shadow had already been dragged more than two meters away, extending toward the picture frame.
Jiang Qiao was in much the same situation.
His shadow had been pulled even thinner, like a black rope, its end nearly touching the edge of the picture frame.
Jiang Qiao spat out a single word.
The two of them retreated at once.
Only after backing away more than ten meters did the force tugging at their shadows begin to weaken. Finally, at around twenty meters from the picture frame, their shadows returned to normal.
What an eerie ability.
Shen Boxia let out a long breath.
Just now, he had not felt any Supernatural Invasion at all, yet his shadow had seemed to be gripped by something and dragged uncontrollably toward the black hole.
"I didn't feel my body being pulled."
"Does it only target intangible things like shadows?"
Jiang Qiao looked at the still-spinning black hole and murmured softly, "What would happen if a shadow were swallowed?"
Shen Boxia did not answer.
The answer was obvious enough.
A shadow was part of a living person.
Once it was devoured, the person himself would likely suffer a serious problem. Death might even be the mildest outcome.
Suddenly.
Shen Boxia's gaze fell back to his chest.
That gray spot...
Had grown larger.
It was now the size of a fist, like a patch of moldy skin, bearing a deathly ash-gray hue.
He felt no pain.
But he