"Fellow Daoists, save us!" A frantic cry, like a deafening thunderclap racing across the heavens, suddenly rang out through the vast mountain range shrouded in gloomy mist.
The seven peak Spirit Severing cultivators who had been battling more than a thousand Black Soul Beasts immediately released their divine senses when they heard the distant cry, sweeping their gaze toward its source.
At first glance, nothing seemed amiss. But upon seeing the scene, the seven great powers who stood at the very pinnacle of the Cultivation World all underwent a sudden, drastic change in expression.
They saw a black fog stretching from earth to sky, surging forward like a world-shaking tidal wave. It rolled toward them at a terrifying speed. Though it was still dozens of miles away, a suffocatingly dreadful aura had already silently swept over them.
Before the enormous black cloud could reach them, two figures had already arrived before the group along with the cries for help.
"Ah, it's the two of you. Could what's behind you be a horde of Black Soul Beasts?"
"How did you provoke so many Black Soul Beasts?"
"Ah, this... Just how many Black Soul Beasts are there? There must be at least several hundred million, if not more. You wretched junior, are you trying to get all of us killed?"
Several cries of alarm suddenly rang out from the group.
Qin Fengming and Fellow Daoist He did not stop. As their hands danced, streaks of attacks flashed forward, and the two of them charged straight into the Black Soul Beast horde before them.
The moment the two vanished into the horde, the black fog that blotted out the sky and covered the earth behind them also arrived.
The black fog churned and instantly drowned the more than a thousand Black Soul Beasts