"That's where it came from."
Mary stretched out her hand and pointed towards the multi-faceted sphere ahead while Duanmu Huai nodded in agreement.
"Okay, watch me."
As he spoke, Duanmu Huai stepped forward—however, the next moment, he abruptly raised his hands to shield himself.
Almost simultaneously, a beam of light burst forth, striking Duanmu Huai's arms and repelling him backward.
"Mr. Duanmu?!"
Seeing this, Mary cried out in alarm, while Duanmu Huai lowered his arms and stared coldly ahead.
"To tell you the truth, although it's always like this in the game, I really don't like it."
"Huh?"
Upon hearing Duanmu Huai's words, Mary was momentarily stunned. Then she looked forward and saw a child who appeared to be seven or eight years old standing in what was previously an empty space. The child simply lifted his head and gazed at Duanmu Huai, speaking indifferently.