Peng Bonazzi felt a momentary blank in his thoughts.
By the time he regained consciousness, his body was extremely weary, as though all his strength had been drained away, leaving him feeble.
——It was almost as if he had been frozen in time, while Aleister got in a good beating and then took the chance to escape!
Of course, Peng Bonazzi knew that this was just an illusion.
Time had not stopped; this was another application of the Preservation Arts—directly "preserving" Baroness Beyard to a safe place. And for himself, tainted by the Dusk Power, the power of the Path of Love surging within him was also severely restrained and thus diminished.
Just like warm blood rapidly coagulating and drying up in the cold winter night.
Peng Bonazzi had always detested the Path of Dusk.
He would never admit to his own aging, much less acknowledge his deviation toward the Path of Dusk... This was precisely due to his intense aversion to it.
