Because he was sensitive to color, he noticed at a glance that the light on that small section of the arrow's shaft was fading.
If the light disappeared completely...
Would the arrow disappear?
Or would it take on some other form?
What Ben Yu could be certain of now was...
The sheep bone definitely couldn't threaten the light emitted by the arrow.
Because he took the sheep bone, which had a neatly cut surface, and struck another spot on the arrow's shaft.
The sheep bone broke again with a crack.
But this time, the arrow showed no sign of weakening.
The light at the spot he'd struck first had already faded completely.
Revealing the same blackish gray as the ground.
The same color as the ground...
Ben Yu looked at these two colors, then glanced at the ash that had been gradually shaken off the sheep bone by the blows.
It was as if he'd suddenly understood.
Without hesitation, he bent down and grabbed a handful of ash. Just as he would scatter paint while painting, he flung it at the arrow.
Ben Yu smiled smugly. He'd known it; his guess had been right.
This arrow feared ash...
Or rather...
The white light feared dark gray.
As soon as a large handful of ash touched the arrow, it flickered like a faulty light bulb.
It blinked twice, and the whole arrow turned blackish gray.
Now, when he struck it with the sheep bone,
the sound of bone hitting the arrow's shaft rang out.
Through his clothes, he pulled the arrow out of the ground, then buried it beneath the sheep that Zheng Wuyou had later hidden behind.
After he finished speaking, Ben Yu looked behind Zheng Wuyou.
Caught off guard by his words, Zheng Wuyou stared at him in disbelief,