After the long night.
The next morning, ten o'clock.
Feeling the Bat Demon King approaching, the Cyclops Demon King finally retracted his technique. The distorted world returned to normal, and the temporary black space disappeared along with it.
Sometime later, the Bat Demon King arrived at the southern side of Mount Zhou. Although blind, he could still precisely locate his position through ultrasound and his keen ears. After sucking the blood of numerous beasts in the forest, his magic power had doubled compared to the previous day.
"Bat old three, it appears your eyes have indeed been blinded by that boy Chen Hao!" said the Cyclops Demon King, his tone filled with mockery, but his face bore a sad expression. Though he had been at odds with the Bat Demon King for over a millennium, seeing such a special old friend encounter such a fate, he couldn't help but feel compassion and even affection.