In a flash of lightning and sparks, Chen Muxue suddenly looked up, a strange light flashing in her eyes!
In an instant, the overwhelming black Qi that was attacking suddenly hesitated, and after swirling in the air for a few seconds, it actually started to approach Chen Muxue!
Cen Lizhui was afraid she was being besieged by the black Qi, and stepped forward to rescue her, but a portion of the black Qi gently enveloped him and set him aside.
"Warning! Demon Path's luck is losing! Lost thirty percent! Fifty percent! Continuing to decline! Please host—"
"Heavenly Dao System, why is it like an undying thief?"
The whirling black Qi seemed to become more intense as it rotated, as if it could turn into ink droplets at any moment.
Chen Muxue slowly walked out from the depths of the black Qi, but she didn't look like the master of the black Qi; rather, she seemed like someone who had broken through the haze.
