Darkness, like a giant beast swallowing everything, slowly yet steadily encroached upon the last shred of light. The radiance of the longsword in Feng Wanqing's hand was gradually compressed; the sword qi that could once illuminate several yards could now barely protect the space around the two of them. At the boundary between the sword light and the darkness, it was like a boiling pot of oil, hissing and crackling, where one could vaguely make out black tentacles rolling and twisting, greedily sucking in the light.
"This darkness... is wrong," Feng Wanqing's voice trembled slightly, not out of fear, but from a primal sense of unease. She had seen countless darknesses, but never one so bizarre, seeming to possess a life of its own as it actively devoured all light.
Shu Chen's expression was grave. He tried to mobilize the spiritual energy within his body, only to find it like a clay ox entering the sea, yielding no response at all. "This place is suppressing our power," his voice was low and hoarse, carrying a trace of helplessness.
Chapter 134