Within the Blood-sweat Ridge, the fear brought by death and the wails of lost souls are gradually fading.
The terrifying human face tries to heal, but the sky traced by Julius Reed's finger seems to possess a special presence.
As soon as the black smoke touches it, it automatically disappears without a trace.
"Who the hell are you! What kind of trick is this! Why can't I sense the fluctuation of spiritual power! How did you do it!"
The voice formed by the gigantic black smoke in the mortal world is no longer dull but shrill.
For the first time, it reveals fear.
This isn't the confusion of the human face, but rather the confusion of all the martial artists present.
The black mist is a fusion of spiritual power and lost souls, forming an immensely powerful force.
Such a terrifying power, it's not easy to break through it, is it?
Yet with just one finger, Julius Reed broke through two skies!
This is not something a human can accomplish.
