Chapter 132: The Firelight

Suddenly, Bi Fang couldn't feel anything, not the monster fish's hiss nor the pain on his arm.

It was as if his soul had been yanked from his body, now standing in absolute darkness with only a sliver of light before him.

In his hand was something cold—the Hunting Knife. Despite the pitch-black darkness, a greenish glow splattered from the blade, the brightly colored edge both elegant and capable of cutting through anything.

There was a nearly tearing pain in his chest, as if a ferocious beast inside him was struggling to break free from the confines of his flesh.

Restless breath surged crazily in his veins, and the light before his eyes was about to dim... about to fade away... Once that sliver of light disappeared, he would be completely lost in the darkness.

For the first time in his life, he felt such fear, not of death but of losing himself, of being trapped in this seemingly eternal darkness—never to see the sun, the forests, or the oceans again.