After crossing that barrier of isolation, boundless, surging black mist swept toward him. A rotten, icy stench struck his face, like countless decayed hands trying to crawl in through his mouth and nose, staining even his soul black.
Yet as strands of black demonic energy invaded his body, a faint sense of comfort actually arose within his meridians.
Fang Xuan's heart jolted. He quickly used Samadhi True Fire to seal off his five senses.
He looked up.
The sky resembled an enormous swath of ink-dark silk, hanging heavily overhead. From time to time, streaks of violet-black lightning, like savage giant pythons, writhed through and tore apart the dense darkness. In that instant, deathly pale light revealed the nightmare-like scene around him.
Beneath his feet remained yellow sand corroded by demonic energy. Faint dark-red glimmers seeped from the cracks.
Not far away, a city radiating an eerie green glow came into view. Its walls were piled from massive black boulders, covered in vines that oozed slime. The slime dripped steadily down, corroding the ground and raising pungent green smoke. The city gate was towering and sinister, set with enormous beast eyes.
Within this bizarre space, it was as though the laws of heaven and earth had been overturned.
Life and death continuously merged at this moment.
All order seemed exceptionally fragile amid this endless black chaos.
Within that boundless black mist, an enormous black vortex spun without end.
Amid countless clouds of black fog stood three exceptionally formidable auras. None of them possessed a tangible body within the mist.
Yet this profound black radiance was enough to shake the mind and spirit of even a Spirit Wandering Realm martial artist with a single glance.
"Lan was killed by him!"
Within the black radiance, black mist billowed upward.
"This man is far