WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH~
The torch of flame lasted for less than half a second before it suddenly exploded. Within it, a swirling ball of black gas condensed, twisting and morphing into a humanoid shape. A pair of pitch-black hands gripped Han Ning's dragon claws and violently threw him backward.
THUD. THUD. THUD.
Han Ning was forced back several steps by the surging Giant Power. With each step, the residual force traveling through his feet blasted small, shallow pits into the ground.
The man shrouded in black gas revealed a pair of malevolent eyes. The moment Han Ning met its gaze, a wave of nausea and dizziness washed over him.
'Be careful of that black gas. It not only drains your Spiritual Power, but it also devours your soul.'
His previous attack hadn't been entirely ineffective. With his currently powerful Insight, Han Ning could see that the black mist shrouding the figure had dimmed ever so slightly.
