The Black Nether Forbidden Land lay under pitch-black skies, little different from the environment of any other forbidden land.
Lin Xuan and Ling Pianran concealed themselves within the Pure Yang Light, two invisible rainbow streaks cutting across the sky as they headed away from the battle line.
At the battle line, a fierce war was underway. Gray-White Old Hou, Mi Luo Xiu, and the other living beings of the Wind-Thunder Hǒu race were growing increasingly grim-faced.
There was no other reason: their perception of Lin Xuan and Ling Pianran had weakened. Mi Luo Xiu, who held the imperial weapon Wind and Thunder Seal, and Gray-White Old Hou, a Near Dao Earth Immortal, could still sense them relatively clearly, but the other Wind-Thunder Hǒu could not.
"The longer this drags on, the weaker the residual power of the Wind and Thunder Seal becomes, and the fainter our perception will grow. Besides, without the suppression of the Five Elements Earth Net, Ling Pianran's concealment methods have become even stronger."
"Damn it!"
While fighting, Gray-White Old Hou grumbled inwardly. Yet there was nothing he could do. The other side simply would not listen to reason; words were wasted on them. He could only increase his output and vent wildly.
What he did not know was that a gaze was watching him from the shadows, effortlessly evading even his danger senses.
Meanwhile, Lin Xuan and Ling Pianran, already far away, continued their conversation.
"You had the same thought as I did. The light of the Earth Net failed to envelop us, but the power of the Wind and Thunder Seal still remains within our bodies. It needs time to be worn away."
"The earlier battle dissolved some of it, but there is still quite a bit left. I can barely block it now, though