"What is this?"
The black fog spreads and billows.
Everyone lifted their heads towards the sky and witnessed an incredibly terrifying scene. Just a moment ago, it was as bright as day, but now this entire area seemed to transform into night.
No matter how the scorching sun hung in the sky, its rays could not penetrate the black fog, not a single sliver leaked through.
Like a Ghost Realm.
Within this black fog.
The Jiao Demon King, originally covered in wounds, found his body recovering at a visible speed, as if he was never injured. Even the half-lost tail grew back anew.
Nourished by this black fog.
The demons in the mountains were transforming too, amidst the crackling sounds, their bodies kept rising, growing taller. Becoming even more terrifying, horrifying.
"Ye Qingchen, I truly underestimated you! Since I've come out of closed-door cultivation, you're only the second person to defeat me like this!"
The Jiao Demon King was moving his body.
