Just as his robes barely touched the formation pattern, Beiting Huang's chest emitted faint glimmers from his Soul Realm. Suddenly, from atop the Phoebe Wood Coffin, a black light shot out, accompanied by a tail of darkness, hurling straight towards Beiting Huang. Clearly, his target was Beiting Huang, but having been successfully caught twice before, Beiting Huang was not about to make the same mistake again.
He swiftly dodged to the side, reaching out to grab it with his hand, his palm wrapped in nine-colored flames as he covered the dark object and firmly grasped it within his grasp.
"Hmph, one after another, they all pounce on me as if I am Rubis!" grumbled Beiting Huang. After he spoke, he opened his hand only to be very surprised as his palm was empty, holding nothing at all.
"What the heck is going on?"
