The Southern King did not know what that black sphere was.
But the moment the black sphere exploded, his intuition told him it was not a good thing.
"Watch out, Prince!"
Just at that moment.
A sharp, thin voice, indistinct in gender, rang out from behind the Southern King.
Immediately afterward, the Southern King's shadow twisted, and a figure in black with a red mask emerged from it, standing in front of the Southern King.
The figure in black held a strangely shaped curved knife in his hand, with a blood groove on it, slashing out with one swing.
At the end of the curved knife, a twisted black smoke trail was dragged out, like the afterimage left on the retina by a fast-moving object, yet that knife slashed out very slowly.
At the explosion of the black sphere, the imagined detonation did not occur, but instead turned into dense smoke, obscuring everyone's vision in an instant.
"It's a trick!"
