Black Mist, thick enough to be seen with the naked eye, surged out without the slightest warning and flooded the entire space.
The aura, evil to the extreme, made even Lin Yi, who cultivated the Great Celestial Immortal Skill, feel incomparably ill at ease all over.
A foe so overwhelmingly strong as to inspire despair was not something Lin Yi was facing for the first time, but one whose mere aura made him feel this much pressure—this was the first.
Lin Yi even suspected that even if he invoked the blessing of the Blue Star Will, even if the Great Saint risked falling into slumber again, it would still be hard to take down the enemy hidden inside the Black Mist.
At this moment, the Yinglong Martial Soul, which had completely merged into Ao Shu's body, manifested at Ao Shu's side. With that tiny figure, it blocked in front of Ao Shu and spoke coldly.
