When Mo Ling broke free from the hostility, he found himself standing high up in the transparent Beast Fighting Arena.
'Huh? I'm back?'
He touched his head and realized it had, at some point, turned into a Block.
The balloon was floating nearby, the sponge strings beneath it constantly strumming the air.
'It actually came back with me, too.'
As the balloon strummed, the enveloping hostility gradually dissipated.
'I don't think I can see the lines of hostility anymore.'
The ability to perceive the lines of hostility must have been an innate skill of the sponge creature. Now that his body had reverted, Mo Ling had naturally lost this power.
"Is this your original form?" the balloon asked curiously as it sliced through the hostility.
Mo Ling nodded.
"It's quite strange," the balloon said bluntly. "You look... discordant."
Just as Mo Ling was about to retort, a sudden gust of wind blew past.
"You? You're so weak! You want to fight me too?"
