1667. Taunt

The large patch of black sky and the sight of the Pterodactyl reassured Noah. Night had done it. The creature had defeated Heaven and Earth's cultivator, and it had brought a tinge of darkness into the world.

Harold didn't know how to express himself. The night was filling his vision. He had never seen a world so dark, but the scene was too captivating to divert his eyes.

Instead, Noah watched that scene with a tinge of melancholy. His eyes saw the blackness, but that only depicted a small victory. He aimed to destroy the very essence of the whiteness, so he couldn't feel satisfied with the small achievement.

Still, Noah patted Night's strange body. The creature's cultivation level fell, but it remained inside the middle tier. The Pterodactyl had advanced due to Noah's potential, but its power couldn't stay at the peak of the middle tier. It fell at the bottom of the level until it stabilized.