The next second, the glow sticks in the hands of the Hunters dimmed one by one, even the dragon flame on Wang Xiyi's tail went out.
The afterimages of the glow sticks and flames remained on the retinas, but the surroundings were plunged into complete darkness where you couldn't see your hand in front of you.
The cries of the Hunters did not sound; apart from the darkness, what enveloped Sun Hang completely was also absolute silence.
He suddenly realized that his hands were empty—Shinkata Misaki, whom he had been holding, was nowhere to be found, just like those Hunters who disappeared when the light source extinguished.
"Teleportation? Or an illusion?" Sun Hang squinted slightly, "Can't it be something fresh for a change?"
The wind in the tunnel began to gradually turn sharp, and among the wind, low whispers with unclear meanings could be faintly heard, yet Sun Hang felt no movement in the air, even the hair rising at his temple remained unmoved.
