"What's going on?!"
Tang San was thoroughly panicked. He fiercely swung the Golden Dragon Spear, trying to tear through the darkness, but the spearhead cut through empty air, unable to touch anything at all. The Sea God's divine sense spread out with all its strength, yet it was like a stone sinking into the sea—it could not extend even half a meter.
This was no ordinary domain of darkness. This was absolute darkness, capable of isolating divine sense and sealing perception!
Just as his mind fell into chaos, a faint spatial ripple came from behind him.
Tang San spun around sharply. Within the darkness, a point of ghostly blue light slowly lit up.
Zhong Shenxiu's figure emerged from the darkness. In his left hand, he held the gray-black, dim Dark Scepter. The ghostly blue orb atop it slowly revolved, giving off an eerie yet vast aura of darkness. He floated there in midair, his pale golden vertical pupils transformed into ghostly blue flames that glimmered coldly in the dark. Expressionless, he looked at Tang San as though he were prey that had fallen into a trap.
"You..."
Tang San had just opened his mouth to spit out a threat when his throat seemed to clog. Only now did he realize that he had never truly figured out the other party's trump cards. One moment it was holy flames of light, the next it was the power to control water, and now there was such a terrifying dark technique. This was absolutely not something an ordinary Soul Sage could possess!
Zhong Shenxiu could not be bothered to waste words on him. Things had already come to this; saying even one more sentence would be pointless.
With a light turn of his wrist, the ghostly blue orb atop the Dark Scepter suddenly