Chapter 390 - 193: Night That Fills the Heavens (Part 2)
Chapter 390: Chapter 193: Night That Fills the Heavens (Part 2)
All his power, all his Gang Sha, vanished without a trace the moment it sank into his opponent’s body, like a stone dropped into the ocean.
No blood.
No wound.
Even the black clothing was completely undamaged.
Lin Ye’s pupils constricted.
’What kind of bizarre ability is this?’
Just as he was about to withdraw his spear and retreat,
a low voice drifted out from beneath the pitch-black hood.
"Have... you ever seen hell?"
Before Lin Ye could react,
he suddenly felt the light above him dimming at an unbelievable speed.
He instinctively looked up.
The virtual sun in the sky was being rapidly devoured by a darkness so profound it seemed absolute.
Endless shadows surged from Ye Wujiang’s feet like a bursting dam.
In the blink of an eye, they had enveloped the entire battlefield.
The light vanished completely.
The surroundings were now devoid of any light, plunged into an absolute darkness where one couldn’t even see their own hand.
In the live stream, the viewers’ screens all plunged into pure blackness in an instant, without any warning.
It wasn’t a lost signal or an equipment malfunction.
It was a darkness so profound it seemed to swallow all light and hope, turning the screen into a black hole that led to a void.
"Hey, streamer! Turn on the lights!"
"What the hell? Did the screen go black? Is my internet lagging?"
"No, mine’s black too! Is the spectator system bugged?"
"Is... is this that Ye Wujiang’s Martial Arts Spirituality? But even for a shadow-type ability, the spectator view shouldn’t be affected, right?"
"Damn, I can’t see a thing. Why is this giving me the creeps...?"
After a brief pause, the live comments were instantly flooded with countless question marks and panicked messages.
Dong Dongchen let out a long sigh, his voice tinged with helplessness.
He began to explain, all the previous excitement gone from his voice.
"Folks, this is why I never ended up making that video."
"Because every single battle recording of Ye Wujiang looks exactly like this."
Deathly silence and a darkness completely devoid of light.
This was Ye Wujiang’s battle.
Or rather, the end of his battles.
Dong Dongchen lowered his voice and gave his final verdict.
"In this fight, I think... Ye Wujiang is going to win."
"He’s an existence that defies all logic."
"So far, the most accurate piece of information I’ve found on him came from a very hidden corner of the official *Martial Arts Peak* forums, where they briefly mentioned the name of his Martial Arts Spirituality."
"I think it was called..."
"Boundless Night."
...
「On the battlefield.」
The moment the endless shadows engulfed the world, the layer of Flowing Gang around Lin Ye’s body suddenly contracted and solidified, forming a suit of armor that clung tightly to him.
But that wasn’t all. Layers of fine, purple crystals materialized out of thin air over his Flowing Gang, adding another, even more formidable and heavy layer of Crystal Armor.
Double defenses!
He braced himself for a devastating blow.
But nothing happened.
The attack he anticipated never came.
The world around him was absolute darkness and absolute silence.
There was no sound of wind, no sound of a heartbeat. Even the sound of his own breathing had vanished.
It was as if the entire world had been drained of sound and light.
Lin Ye tried to switch the properties of his Gang Sha. A thread of scorching Fire Attribute Source Energy surged from his body in an attempt to illuminate the darkness.
But the moment the flickering flame appeared, it was instantly devoured by the suffocatingly dense darkness, leaving not even a ripple in its wake.
This place rejected light.
Lin Ye had never encountered such a bizarre Martial Arts Spirituality.
For a moment, he found himself truly at a loss.
Just then, an indescribable sensation gripped his Spirit.
He saw.
At the far edge of the darkness, he could make out silhouettes so colossal they defied any unit of measurement, squirming slowly.
Each contortion of those silhouettes caused the space itself to fold in incomprehensible ways.
He heard, too.
It wasn’t a real sound, but a form of static that acted directly on his Spirit.
It was like billions of beings from different dimensions, all simultaneously whispering gibberish and prayers in languages beyond comprehension.
The instant he perceived these things, his Spirit and his consciousness were overwhelmed by a sense of derangement, as if he were about to be torn apart and corrupted.
’This darkness isn’t a domain.’
’It’s more like... a real world!’
’A shadow world inhabited by indescribable, incomprehensible, terrifying creatures!’
’Ye Wujiang’s ability...’
’Did he drag me into hell?’
Lin Ye had never felt such heart-stopping terror. Not even when he faced Yin Liulan of the Celestial Human Realm had he felt this kind of shudder that came from the depths of his soul.
It wasn’t a matter of comparing who was stronger, but a kind of absolute awe and terror in the face of the unknown.
Like an ant that had inadvertently glimpsed the birth and death of cosmic stars.
He even felt that if he looked for one more second, listened for one more moment, his sanity would be utterly destroyed, and he would become one of those shadowy creatures himself.
Just then, it felt as though an invisible hand had violently seized his consciousness, stretching it out infinitely and yanking it away.
The endless darkness before him receded at an incredible speed.
The next second, light flooded his vision once more, so bright it was almost blinding.
He was back in the familiar prep area where he had waited for the match to begin.
A cold system prompt popped up before him.
[You have left the battle map and have been defeated!]