What the hell was this black mist?
Whenever Wang Jixuan got a little too close, he felt a wave of palpitations.
It was as though this thing were some deadly poison to him.
Daoist Wang was genuinely intrigued. He split off a strand of spiritual consciousness to investigate it carefully, but the moment his spiritual consciousness touched the thing, it was rapidly corrupted.
This was the first time Wang Jixuan had encountered something outside the City in the Clouds that could restrain or defend against his spiritual consciousness.
Those Ancient Civilizations that had competed with the Ina Civilization really had some tricks up their sleeves.
At this moment, Daoist Wang was only twenty-five kilometers away in a straight line from Black Obsidian, Ye Zi, and the old man.
At that distance, he could both investigate carefully with his spiritual consciousness and learn everything happening over there, while also rescuing Nierda Tamon in time if he fell into danger.
Wang Jixuan carefully observed Black Obsidian.
He was worried that the other side had other methods to block spiritual-consciousness detection, so he deliberately used some spiritual-consciousness techniques and completely concealed the fluctuations of his aura.
Most of the time, Black Obsidian merely warmed himself by the fire, as though he were in the darkness of the night.
Ye Zi sat on a stool opposite him with her legs together. She looked somewhat delicate and did not seem to dare speak loudly.
And that old man...
He gave Wang Jixuan a faint sense of danger.
He was not one of those elderly Spiritual Practitioners who had fought Wang Jixuan before and were nearing the end of their Lifespans.
The amount of psionic energy in his body seemed comparable to Black Obsidian's and Nierda Tamon's at his peak. He could rank among the first