Luo Chuan had just arrived in the System Space when he was met by almost tangible black fog sweeping toward him like a tide. The Black Robed Figure's eyes were utterly filled with fury and madness.
He looked as though he was ready to perish together with his enemy.
Luo Chuan was somewhat unable to make sense of the situation.
He had merely been locked in the System Space for a while. Was there really such deep-seated hatred between them?
At most, the System Space was a little boring. Luo Chuan had not done anything to him.
Besides, considering the Black Robed Figure's injuries, Luo Chuan had even thrown in a bottle of Cola, along with more than half a bottle of Sprite.
He had only remembered the latter just now.
He did not understand. He truly did not understand.
Could it be that, aside from having something wrong with their heads, all those people preaching the Day of the End were also so unyieldingly spirited?
If that were truly the case, it would indeed be an extremely terrifying matter.
Countless thoughts flashed through Luo Chuan's mind in an instant, but the Black Robed Figure's attack did not stop because of his contemplation. In the blink of an eye, it had already reached him.
The black fog seemed to be an energy form utterly different from spiritual power, brimming with negative traits such as chaos, madness, and corrosion.
Luo Chuan casually waved a hand before him, as though swatting away insignificant mosquitoes.
With that tiny movement, the towering black fog suddenly froze in place. Then, as if disrupted by an irresistible force, it exploded into clusters of Black Mist that gradually drifted apart.
The Black Robed Figure's form was revealed as well.
He stood there in a daze, seemingly unable