Sorry! I Can’t Fight Without Being Blind

"What is he doing?"

"Is he surrendering?"

Covering his eyes during the battle; no one had seen such a method before.

By doing this, it felt like this man had delivered himself to his enemies with his hands and feet tied.

In the high sky covered by gloomy clouds, cold winds swept across the snowy land of the Ultimate West Realm.

They saw the warrior who they regarded as a barbaric native holding a short saber emitting radiant spiritual light in his hand. With his eyes covered by the black band, he stood in the air quietly, letting the gusts flutter his robe against his body.

Right now, he looked like a weak old man who had given up resistance.

A weird presence floated past him. One must look very closely to see a trace of darkness with the same color as the gloomy sky floating in the air.

Completely silent, they seemed like ghosts who were hiding in the dark night.