On the ground, the Black-robed Man vanished again. Jason came to an abrupt halt in mid-air, his gaze flickering.
This time, he could no longer sense the Black-robed Man's presence.
Fluctuations in his life's magnetic field, Essence Fluctuations, mental fluctuations, gravitational fluctuations... all of them had vanished.
'He got away.'
'A long-range Displacement Skill? I wonder if it came from a wish made to the Wish Box, or if it's one of his own Extraordinary Abilities. It could also be an Alchemy Tool...'
In that short time, Jason's lungs had already regenerated. He fished a cigar from his uniform pocket, lit it, took a deep drag, and exhaled.
His heart sank slightly.
The Black-robed Man was undoubtedly a Tier Four Ascender. Otherwise, he never could have withstood the Tier Five Power he'd gained by making a wish to the Wish Box.
