The frenzy of blade light swept across, heading straight for Mengte Te's true form.
Mengte Te did not reveal his original form, merely watching the opponent with cold eyes, then he raised his right hand and coldly uttered two words.
"Wither!"
In an instant, all the purple-black light bands turned bright purple in that moment, each one seeming to dissolve on its own, turning from bright purple to boundless darkness. The previously enveloped area within the Dark Domain became pitch black.
Whether it was the sharp blade light or the spatial cracks that were sliced open, in that instant they seemed to collapse altogether, dissolving, withering away.
The entire arena, the area of their battle about two hundred meters in diameter, sank two meters at that moment.
The dark golden color on the Behemoth giant beast's body suddenly gained a layer of darkness, and even its fur began to lose its luster and curl up from that single word, "wither."
