At this moment, Wind Moon Tower had turned into a mass of endless darkness, and even the direction of the entrance had vanished.
In the blink of an eye, Uncle Qing, the middle-aged man, felt a chill-inducing gust of Yin Energy rush straight at him.
In an instant, a blurry black shadow appeared before his eyes, draped in a veil of green gauze, its face impossible to make out.
Green silk hair as black as an abyss moved without wind, like living little snakes winding through the air, gleaming with a ghostly, frigid luster.
The next moment, the green silk hair atop the black shadow's head surged wildly, carrying terrifying Yin Energy as it swallowed the middle-aged man and Hua Jianghe like a canopy blotting out the sky.
The middle-aged man's pupils trembled as he sensed that horrifying Yin Energy. The Qi and Blood within his body rapidly boiled.
White vapor rose from the blade in his hand as he slashed at the green silk hair dancing across the sky, intending to destroy those strands laden with Yin Energy.
Countless strands of hair were severed by the sharp blade light. Innumerable strands drifted through midair, glinting with a deep, eerie sheen.
However, before long, the middle-aged man's Qi and Blood had already collapsed at a rapid pace.
Numerous cracks appeared on the broadsword in his hand, and a trace of cold Yin Energy had appeared on the hand gripping the blade, eroding the Qi and Blood within his body.
"This Yin Energy has already reached the level of a complete Dire-Level Eerie Entity, hasn't it?"
A complete Dire-Level Eerie Entity.
Only the Qi and Blood of a martial artist who had reached major accomplishment in the Blood Refinement Realm could contend against it.
With his minor accomplishment Blood Refinement Realm