Gray mist billowed, carrying an utterly eerie aura, as though not even a trace of life should exist upon this dead-ash land.
The surging gray mist curled around Lin Xuan. He heard the sizzling of his own roiling power, as if the "vitality" within it were withering beneath the mist's corrosion.
The gray mist wrapped around the battle saber, and the radiance of power upon it scattered. Lin Xuan's slash left behind only a faint azure streak of saber light in the air.
"Ha ha ha..."
Mo Zha's laughter rang beside Lin Xuan's ears, but his vision was completely obscured, leaving him unable to see Mo Zha's figure at all.
"Interesting!"
"Killing Domain, Death Domain!"
"The combination of these two powers actually produces such a remarkable effect."
Ignoring the laughter, Lin Xuan murmured softly.
Then his tone shifted. "What are you laughing at? Do you think... this alone can save you?"
"You shattered your domain to restore yourself, but it was nothing more than futile effort."
Mo Zha's laughter came to an abrupt stop. Then the blood-red light and gray mist before Lin Xuan's eyes rippled, and Mo Zha's voice rang out once more.
"Such shameless boasting. Worry about yourself first!"
At this moment, the gray mist had already corroded the radiant glow of power around Lin Xuan's body, and the aura of death was about to engulf him.
At the same time, the densely packed Blood Slaves in the sky were nearly upon Lin Xuan, ready to drown him like a crimson tide.
As the saying went, those in the thick of it could not see clearly. Lin Xuan could not witness this terrifying scene, but beyond the domain, everything was laid bare.
"You won't shed tears until you see the coffin!"
Lin Xuan still spoke with arrogant defiance.