Darkness truly enveloped everything before Huai Shi's eyes.
A suffocating darkness gushed forth from his chest like a tsunami, swallowing everything in sight.
It was as though strong acid and strong alkali were mixed together, a giant ice cube thrown into molten steel, a pheasant tossed into a den of wolves.
In any case, it was a clash of heaven and earth, fuel to the fire, or rather... in short, it had become a mess akin to a chaotic idiom chain game.
It felt as if he had swallowed several kilograms of homemade explosives; Huai Shi coughed violently, expelling dark mists and sparks from his nose and mouth.
The moment the three portions of Liberator Dust were stuffed into his chest, they disintegrated and melted on their own, unleashing a splendid radiance. Then, the darkness coiled there, as if provoked, collided with the light, erupting with an indescribably tangible and fierce impact.
