The Black Unihorn had completed its heat dissipation.
Its pitch-black armor once again transformed into a death star that devoured all light, and all the colors scattered by the light of the sky vanished. A dense layer of Dark Domain enveloped heaven and earth.
Wu Hen lifted his gaze, but what he saw was no longer the broken mountains and veins of snow. It was more like he had been tossed into an uninhabited deep space by some supreme force, with not a single creature within tens of thousands of light-years. The terrifying cold of deep space drilled into his skin, rapidly freezing his living body and extinguishing his soul and thoughts.
His thoughts slowed down, and even through the tri-perceptual interaction, he couldn't slow down the images.
In an instant, the Black Unihorn arrived in front of him. At this moment, all Wu Hen could see was the Black Unihorn's static smile and its unrivaled kinetic energy of slaughter. The flow of time was both frozen and fleeting.
