Within the exclusive palace on Arka Imperial Star, the atmosphere was somewhat oppressive.
Light flickered, and Naraku, who had just been forcibly ejected from a Virtual Universe battle, reassembled.
That iconic dark cloak still wrapped around his body.
Yet the two scarlet points beneath its hood had now dimmed completely, leaving only hollow, ashen gray.
He lowered his head and said nothing.
The pride he had once held before low-level civilizations, and his sense of superiority over his own bloodline—
Had all been mercilessly ground to dust beneath Li Wen's dark-gold giant finger that extinguished all things.
That finger had already become an inescapable nightmare deep within his soul, freezing his confidence completely.
The other geniuses in the palace exchanged complicated looks.
As internal members of the Source Network and outstanding figures of the same generation, their time together had given them some measure of camaraderie.
Seeing Naraku look as though he had been utterly crushed, none of them knew how to comfort him for a moment.
An indescribable oppression filled the air, along with a chill of grief at the death of one's kind.
"Hm? He accepted my previous challenge." Just as the silence was about to freeze the air solid, Raymond, with a massive sword on his back, suddenly spoke. His low yet clear voice shattered the stillness.
Swish!
Everyone's gazes instantly focused on Raymond, as if they had found an outlet for their pent-up emotions.
"Raymond, be careful of his final finger." Hisoka Shadowblade was the first to warn him, his tone grave.
"That's right. That Primordial Spirit Secret Art is indeed extremely powerful." Kane Flame also put away some of his earlier disdain and said solemnly, "But a secret art with such power must consume an astonishing amount. Without the aid of a special Primordial Spirit