Yan Yu was shocked, but Qin Yu was troubled.
The Pure Yang Divine Body could indeed restrain Death Qi, but with the vast, cloud-like swathes of Death Qi below, how was he supposed to purify all that?!
Was he supposed to just jump in?
The thought alone was enough to send chills down his spine.
Besides, in that ink-black Death Qi, was there truly no other threat?
Obviously, there was.
Qin Yu had already activated his Celestial Eye; under its gaze, the Death Qi couldn't obscure his sight in the slightest.
His attention landed on the core of the Hundred Sword Sect—where Spiritual Qi once flourished and the Spirit Vein wound its way—now transformed into a deep, unfathomable pit.
Inside the pit, viscous, ink-like Death Qi churned, cutting off all light. Even glancing at it brought the dread of being devoured.
And it was amid that undulating, inky Death Qi that Qin Yu's Celestial Eye, clear as daylight, caught a trace of something abnormal.
