Just as darkness was about to envelop Bologue, their movements came to a halt, as if time had stopped, transforming into a twisted, pitch-black jungle.
Bologue did not relent, high concentrations of Ether converged in his palm, like Ethereal Blades, Ether in Bologue's hands condensed into a radiant spike, thrusting fiercely into the darkness.
Secret Energy·Commanding Decree.
To rule over all, a decree from the Monarch.
Unbeknownst to him, Bologue's path of growth overlapped with Xilin's, but the overlap seemed somewhat amusing.
They both had meddled with the Cultivation Room.
If others were present, they would surely think Bologue was insane, for he was attempting to attack the Cultivation Room. What was more suffocating was that Bologue indeed possessed the power to attack the Cultivation Room, having just ascended to a Negative Power User.
"I've been curious for a long time."
The bursting brilliant white light cast Bologue's face into pure black and pure white.
