A few miles ahead, the darkness that had originally been as thick and impenetrable as ink had now been forcibly gouged open, revealing a relatively empty area.
This area spanned roughly a hundred zhang. The viscous demonic qi within had been forcefully dispersed and pushed aside by violent energy turbulence, forming a vacuum zone.
The ground within that area was covered in cracks and craters. Charred traces intertwined with patterns of frozen frost. The air was filled with violent, lingering Spiritual Power currents, a pungent burnt smell, and a faint trace of blood.
Chen Fei did not reveal himself immediately. Instead, he drove the Indestructible True Nature Spirit Light Mirror to its utmost limit. A faint clear radiance flowed in the depths of his eyes as he also split off a thread of awareness to remain tightly connected to the Black Bead in his sleeve, carefully sensing the battlefield.
Through the energy turbulence that had yet to completely settle and the dust that filled the air, Chen Fei saw Cao Feiyu.
Her face was pale as paper. Her once delicate features were filled with exhaustion, shock, anger, and a trace of deeply buried pain and confusion.
Her breathing was somewhat hurried, though her movement technique remained nimble. The azure longsword in her hand, clear as autumn water, swept out fierce Sword Qi. Yet within that sword light, there was less of its former smoothness like drifting clouds and flowing water, and more sluggishness and heaviness.
Chen Fei had not deliberately concealed himself completely. The instant his aura was sensed by Cao Feiyu, she whirled around like a startled bird at the twang of a bowstring, her sharp and vigilant gaze instantly locking onto his direction.
Yet when her gaze met Chen Fei's, what he saw was not the surprise or