The space closed, and Xu Zihao and Bai Yu disappeared.
At that very moment, a Martial Artist appeared in the spot where the two had just been.
He was slender and completely shrouded in a black robe, his features hidden from view.
He stared for a moment at the empty space where the two had vanished, then a surge of black qi erupted from his body.
The black qi diffused into the air, sweeping across the region.
Miles in front of him, there had been withered, yellowed plants, but as the black qi swept over them, they shriveled at a speed almost invisible to the naked eye.
Five miles, ten miles, fifteen miles…
Wherever the black qi passed, all life was extinguished.
Ancient tree after ancient tree lost its life force, turning to brittle wood that shattered into dust.
Even towering mountain peaks a thousand feet high crumbled and disintegrated upon contact with the black aura.
The man stepped forward, each stride covering several miles.
