"Magic moon!"
Xu Yang's spirit tightened; he no longer cared about refining the severed arm. With a thought, he put away the Celestial Refining Divine Tripod, his gaze fixed on the slowly condensing magic moon, while he sensed the changes in the world around him.
The Yin Qi thickened at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The moon was black, chillingly bright!
As soon as it appeared, the once misty world darkened even further.
A thin halo spread from the edge of the magic moon, piercing through the endless black fog.
The feeling of eerie coldness intensified, and the unseen erosion grew ever fiercer!
"The moon's halo… It actually makes my spirit sluggish."
Xu Yang's eyes flashed with shock.
He sprang up, grabbed the hound in one hand, scanned the clouds overhead, and raced swiftly in one direction.
Several dozen breaths later.
Xu Yang appeared beneath a thick cloud bank; though the moon's halo still shone through, the sensation of sluggishness had greatly diminished.
