Amon's right arm dropped to the ground. The shadow that covered the arm dispersed since it had separated from its host.
"Time's up. Not bad, Slayer Amon. You survive," Yao Ai said.
The audience let out relieved sighs. They were the same as Amon in the arena, risking their lives to get through the one minute. Several people were not that lucky. They came to enjoy a show but ended up losing their lives. Many also suffered bloody wounds.
Amon stopped his bleeding and consumed a regrowth pill. He looked at his ceremonial dagger. A hole was at the center of the blade, accompanied by cracks along the blade. He infused the dagger with infernal aether, attempting to activate its special ability. The black flame sprouted from the dagger but soon fizzled out. He could no longer summon the black blade with the dagger's current condition.
