The next second, Hunter C's shadow suddenly swelled!
A massive pitch-black figure silently emerged from Hunter C's shadow.
Its body, over five meters tall, slowly rose from the darkness like a colossal statue surfacing from an ink pool.
Its entire body was black as ink. The two almond-shaped eye markings on its torso glimmered faintly beneath the moonlight, like mysterious symbols carved upon some ancient totem.
The yellow disc-shaped antenna atop its head trembled slightly, as though sensing every subtle fluctuation of energy in the air.
The single eye beneath the yellow band across its forehead suddenly snapped open—
A yellow iris and a red pupil locked firmly onto the Sceptile opposite it.
That eye did not resemble an ordinary eye. It was more like an abyssal window that peered into souls; the instant one was stared at by it, a bone-chilling cold would rise from the base of the spine.
Dusknoir.
The instant it appeared, the surrounding temperature plummeted.
This was not the chill of a winter wind, but a sinister cold that seeped through the cracks in one's bones and pierced straight to the marrow.
The moisture in the air condensed into tiny ice crystals, flashing with an eerie cold light beneath the moonlight.
The floating pale-green specks of light seemed to be frightened and drifted away into the distance.
The instant Dusknoir appeared, black shadows spread wildly outward from it like ink poured into clear water!
The shadows raced along the ground. Wherever they passed, moonlight was swallowed, fallen leaves were stained, and even the air seemed to turn grayish-black.
In the blink of an eye, the shadows covered an area a hundred meters wide, like a dark lake surging up from underground and swallowing every trace of light.
That suffocatingly cold aura surged madly from its