Wind of Xun

When Yao Wan crossed space and arrived close enough to observe that black sun with the naked eye, she could not help but knit her brows tightly.

They called it a black sun, but the feeling it gave off was more like an egg, or perhaps a cocoon. It hung high above the earth for no reason, as though something invisible had fixed it in place in the Southernmost Land of the Dou Qi Continent.

Though she did not know what was inside it, in any case, it would not be anything good.

This time, however, Yao Wan did not rashly probe it with Soul Power. After all, anything belonging to the Spirit Devouring Clan was more or less unclean. Although her soul was protected by the Ash Extinction Flame, if she alerted the enemy, the loss would outweigh the gain.

Yao Wan's gaze swept over the empty surroundings, and the hesitation and irritation in her heart immediately grew stronger.

She could not let this thing continue to exist—

Yao Wan's gaze then fell upon the slightly distorted, fold-like space around that black sun. She lightly raised her shapely brows and already had some conjectures.

After that, Yao Wan flicked her finger. Her slender and fair jade finger stirred a ripple in space, shooting straight toward the spatial folds around the black sun like lightning.

In an instant, those spatial folds abruptly opened, and demonic shadows immediately darted out from within, weapons in hand, looking vicious and menacing.

"Who goes there?!"

The leader was a Half-Saint-level Spirit Devouring Clan Elder. His scarlet eyes swiftly swept over the utterly ordinary scene before him, yet he could not help but frown.

Seeing that there was no movement outside, the few Dou Venerate-level Spirit Devouring Clan members behind him also relaxed their guard