However, Chen Lun had already vanished.
When he reappeared, he was standing atop Houston's head out of thin air, expressionlessly thrusting his staff.
Swish!
The suspended dark shadowy behemoth melted like a liquid, and Chen Lun's thrust ended up doing nothing but getting half of his body wrapped by the shadow, rendering him immobile for a moment.
The next second.
Another slender dark shadow materialized upside down above Chen Lun's head, just like Houston's reflection, trapping Chen Lun in mid-air.
On the upside-down gigantic pitch-black head, one could vaguely make out Houston's facial features. The opposition opened his eyes, revealing ghastly pale and terrifying pupils, and cracked a smile.
With a whoosh from his mouth, he spewed a long, black spike covered with reverse barbs. The force of this strike far exceeded the previous ones, breaking the space of deep blue vision around it, and like a streak of black light, it came instantly before Chen Lun's eyes.
