Amid the bamboo grove, the tiger demon's massive body kicked up layer upon layer of dust, which surged like rolling waves toward the heights and into the distance.
Tang Yu saw the dust spread like a drop of thick ink falling into clear water. It quickly engulfed the entire bamboo grove, dyeing everything in sight black.
More precisely, it was not the bamboo grove that had turned black, but his vision that had been obscured by darkness.
Lin Chen's figure faded bit by bit. Within seconds, he blurred into mist, taking on the texture of a thin veil, his expression blank with bewilderment.
Tang Yu jumped down from the tiger demon's back and walked over as he asked, "Lin Ya, are you all right?"
He received no response. Lin Chen stared blankly into the empty space ahead, as though searching for something.
After a while, he opened his mouth as if calling out, yet not a single sound reached Tang Yu's ears.
Tang Yu stopped in front of Lin Chen. He noticed that throughout his approach, Lin Chen's gaze had not shifted in the slightest. It passed straight through Tang Yu's body, as though he could not see him at all.
Tang Yu looked into Lin Chen's eyes and saw no reflection of himself.
A terrifying thought arose. Tang Yu reached out to grab Lin Chen's sleeve, but his fingertips passed straight through the figure and came up empty.
He could not touch Lin Chen. Lin Chen could not hear him, nor could he see him...
The suspicion had become reality. Tang Yu froze, watching as the dust around him grew thicker and thicker, billowing back and forth until it completely swallowed Lin Chen's figure—or rather, blotted out his world into utter darkness.
Everything was gone. Sound, color, and touch