Although she did not know what it was, anything capable of invading a Peerless Douluo's body in an instant had to be stronger than him.
Naturally, neither Qian Renxue nor Sunday missed Bibi Dong's strange behavior. Qian Renxue turned toward Bibi Dong and asked, confusion on her face,
"Mother, what's wrong? Did something happen? Are you feeling unwell?"
Sunday, however, knew more. This familiar power could not have been more unmistakable.
Sunday extended a hand, using the power of his path to stabilize Bibi Dong, then looked up at the sky, a trace of gravity flashing through his eyes.
"Black Marshal?"
"Sir, what's happened to my mother?"
Qian Renxue looked at Bibi Dong, who sat there dazed and vacant-eyed, and asked anxiously.
Sunday waved a hand at her.
"Don't worry. Nothing is wrong with her right now. Her consciousness has simply been pulled somewhere else."
Meanwhile, Bibi Dong had arrived in an unfamiliar space. Haze surrounded her, pitch-black, without a single glimmer of light in sight.
Watching her surroundings warily, Bibi Dong instinctively tried to summon her martial soul, only to discover that there was not a trace of soul power here.
Looking up, she saw a band of stars woven from starlight overhead. It wound its way forward until it finally came to rest before an enormous black hole.
"Who's there? Where is this? Sunday, was this your doing?"
Faced with these unfamiliar surroundings, the veins in Bibi Dong's forehead throbbed. She shouted, hoping to draw out whoever was hiding in the shadows.
She did not know whether she could beat them, but at the very least, she could not let herself die without knowing why.
Click, click, click.
Just as Bibi Dong was about to keep shouting, faint clicking sounds came from the distance.
"Who's there?"
With her