"Boom..."
The muffled thunderous roar erupted like a bolt of lightning. With Su Fan at its center, a dark-purple witchcraft pattern burst from the ground in an instant, spreading in the blink of an eye into a colossal witchcraft formation over a hundred li across.
The formation patterns flickered with an eerie light, drawing in every trace of sinister energy between heaven and earth.
The next second, endless bloody aura surged awake like a rising tide, wildly spiraling and gathering around Su Fan.
In only a moment, it condensed into a violent hurricane carrying fragments of divine souls.
Su Fan happened to be standing at the very center of the hurricane, within the Eye of the Storm. The hurricane, capable of tearing steel apart, swept in every direction, leaving even space rippling with fine wrinkles wherever it passed.
Across the dim heavens and earth, the countless gray specks that had just been scattered floated in the air.
Those were fragments of the shattered divine souls of the Evil Spirit Monstrosity. They were instantly devoured by the terrifying hurricane, swept into the formation like moths flying into flames, and became nourishment for the witchcraft formation.
Standing in the Eye of the Storm, Su Fan suddenly felt a cool aura pour into his body through the Baihui acupoint atop his head. The sensation was delicate yet carried a trace of sinister chill, rushing along his meridians straight into his sea of consciousness.
What the hell...
Caught off guard as endless cool energy flooded his body, Su Fan could not help shivering.
But in the next instant, an indescribable sense of comfort swept through his entire body.
He clearly felt his sea of consciousness, which had been somewhat depleted from repeatedly using divine abilities, expanding at a visible speed. His exhausted Spiritual Sense