Chapitre 890: Consequences

The clash continued, each strike faster, harder, more desperate.

'I can't feel any spiritual energy,' Atticus thought grimly.

He couldn't explain it, but the figure seemed to have absolute authority in this space.

Earlier, when the man had snapped his fingers, Atticus had completely lost connection to the spiritual energy in the air. It was as if, in the entire black expanse, there wasn't a shred of spiritual energy left to harness. He couldn't use the one in his body either.

Atticus had no doubt the man could do the same with mana, but for some reason, he hadn't done so.

Atticus tried everything in his power to gain the upper hand. His elements worked in tandem, his katana arts split the air, and he even tried to predict the man's movements. Yet no matter what he did, it was all to no avail.

He couldn't read the figure.