A familiar scene played out once again, as slow streams of darkness spewed forth. Yet in front of Ange, one blurred dot after another kept appearing. In the past, they would have been holy light missiles or exploding fireballs, but now they were indistinct specks.
However, no one dared to underestimate these dots, for they could very well be the power that Ange had just mastered—the Dark Element.
This familiar power caused Iron Belly to change color dramatically, exclaiming in shock, "Tim—e—Or—igin—"
However, under the slowed flow of time, his voice stretched out, sounding garbled and unclear.
Good heavens, what's happening? Why is Time Origin here? Wasn't it dead? Could it be the successor?
Right, there's that Yellow Snot Dragon following them—they must indeed be related to Time Origin.
Iron Belly was so annoyed; how could he not have made the connection just now? It's over, all is lost: "Run—fa—st—"
