Suddenly.
The Xuanyuan Sword in Lin Fan's hand instantly lost its radiance as if swallowed by darkness, and the golden light disappeared without a trace in a flash.
Replaced by, was endless darkness.
Streams of black mist erupted from the blade of the Xuanyuan Sword, spreading around like steaming vapor.
At the same time.
Dark clouds and black mist also suddenly gathered towards the mountain peak, with sunlight gradually disappearing, being swallowed bit by bit.
"What... what is going on?!"
"Has it gotten dark?"
"How could this be?"
"What kind of trick is Lin Fan playing?!"
Huang Changfeng and Zhongli Kun looked up in astonishment, glancing around.
Not only was the sky covered with dense dark clouds.
The land also emitted thick black smoke, and dense black mist rose from the lush trees.
Clouds obscured vision and sounds were muffled.
