The black mist, formed by Ying Gou, resembled storm clouds before a summer tempest, completely shrouding the sky.
At this moment, Liu Zixuan and the other two were trapped within it.
Occasionally a flash of light flickered within the black mist, sometimes a whirlwind appeared, looking somewhat like a thunderstorm at sea. However, Liu Zixuan and the others knew that it wasn't ordinary lightning or strong winds, but rather something formed from Corpse Qi.
Even though Ying Gou couldn't compare to the Ancient Times, the black mist formed by exhausting all of his power was much more formidable than the attacks of an ordinary Unity Realm.
Liu Zixuan and the others stood there, watching as the black mist approached, all frowning involuntarily.
Buzz~!
Suddenly, two exquisite small knives appeared in the Sword Demon's hands, and as his Inner Strength slowly infused them, the knives abruptly enlarged several times over.
