Fang Qingyu slowly.
Raised his right hand.
His five fingers spread open, as if to grasp all the light between Heaven and Earth.
His voice, calm with not a ripple, clearly echoed in everyone's ears:
"I want this world..."
"To have no light."
The moment the words fell—
Buzz!!!
An indescribable absolute darkness, like the deepest eternal night, suddenly erupted with Fang Qingyu's body at the center.
The darkness was like tangible viscous ink.
The spreading speed exceeded the perception of time.
One moment, Fang Qingyu had just raised his hand.
The next moment, the entire Central Arena...
That huge dome, the glaring lights, the clamoring audience stands, the shattered stage...
Everything, absolutely everything!
Was completely swallowed by this pure darkness.
Reaching out, one couldn't see their fingers.
Absolute darkness.
Vision was completely stripped away.
It seemed sound was also absorbed and isolated by this viscous darkness, becoming distant and blurred.
