It takes a few seconds for human eyes to adapt from light to darkness.
Dark One's heart tightened, and within less than half a second of being engulfed in darkness, a gust of foul wind struck sideways. His nose felt a sharp pain as if it had been slit by a knife, and wet blood smeared across his lips.
Dark One swiftly retreated, punching forward with one arm, as if hitting a person, yet it felt as if striking an iron wall—cold and hard.
Feng Mu, who had been waiting in the darkness for a long time, took the hastily thrown punch from Dark One. The blow to his ribs was painful, momentarily halting his charging steps.
He let out a grim laugh, continued to charge without hesitation, and with a flick of his fingertip, a piece of rotten flesh smacked onto Dark One's face.
"Here's your nose back to you." The voice from under the mask was indescribably grim and cold.
