The brain's blankness lasted a full three seconds. When the humanoid regained his senses, he belatedly realized why his attack had missed—his right hand that should have swung towards Song Lan had vanished without a trace.
Unlike the last time it was severed, he could still vaguely sense the existence of that part of the energy, yet it was impossibly far away, so distant that even spanning the entire world might not help him find the whereabouts of the lost energy.
This...
What kind of ability was it?
"Unhappy, are we?"
Song Lan asked, "I personally don't obsess over winning or losing as it only brings unnecessary pressure, but haven't you ever been curious about how those probabilities you calculated came to be?"
The humanoid's eyes hardened, his response to Song Lan's question came in the form of action.
However, this time, his attack met the same fate.
Another part of his energy disappeared.
