At this moment, even Stica, slow as he was, could sense what was happening.
As his greatest reliance, the instant his ability suddenly mutated, Stica immediately knew something was wrong.
Without time to assess the situation, he flipped over and prepared to jump into the ocean, hoping to use the sea to evade potential pursuit.
But it was obviously too late, as soon as he moved, decay followed close upon creation.
Although he hadn't directly faced such an ability's attack last time, he had seen it in action, quickly identifying the attacker's identity, which weighed down his heart.
For he had already seen the surrounding darkness, knowing he couldn't escape anytime soon.
Moreover, the source of his ability, that abnormal object, had also malfunctioned, seemingly birthing its own consciousness, resisting his control.
Let alone using that level of concealment again, even utilizing his ability had become a far-off hope.
