Dark red, blood-like qi surged from the crown of Situ Huaji's head, resembling burning signal smoke. Behind him, the endless phantoms of Fierce Demons let out silent, heaven-shaking roars.
Though its light was dim, it still carried the brutal killing intent of a veteran who had survived a hundred battles.
He clenched his fists, his bones and sinews popping and crackling as he adopted a desperate fighting stance, ready to clash head-on with the sinister black mist.
Just as Situ Huaji was about to clash with the entity inside the bizarre black mist...
"Noisy."
Qi Yun's indifferent voice rang out. It was devoid of emotion, yet carried a clear trace of impatience.
He didn't get up, remaining seated cross-legged on the ground. He simply raised his left hand, fingers splayed, and made a casual grasping motion in the air toward the surging black mist and its terrifying, giant hand.
Mastering All Skills!
WENG!
