After hearing Su Fan's words, Luo Xiwen froze for a moment before realizing what he meant.
She took the "Wind-Riding Ten-Thousand-Mile Great Teleportation Immortal Talisman" from her Storage Ring and was just about to activate it when Su Fan spoke again.
"Put the talisman away. It's too late..."
Only then did Luo Xiwen discover that, at some point, the horizon had already turned pitch-black.
Moreover, the scenery around them had completely changed. This entire space had been isolated from the world.
All around them was endless Black Demonic Smoke, churning violently as though a pot had boiled over. Through the mist, they could vaguely make out countless eerie human faces surfacing.
There was no need to guess. The two of them had already fallen into Old Ancestor Kumou's domain.
At this point, even activating a ninth-grade "Wind-Riding Ten-Thousand-Mile Great Teleportation Immortal Talisman" would not let them escape the Old Devil's domain.
Just then, a figure slowly emerged from the mist opposite them.
The man was thin and wore a black Daoist robe. His bald head was not gleaming, but instead dull and lusterless. His features were extremely aged, and the skin on his face was wrinkled into countless deep ravines.
Old Ancestor Kumou looked at the two of them with sinister eyes, a trace of the excitement of a predator watching its prey showing in his gaze.
That Integration Stage cultivator had nearly ruined his plans. Fortunately, she had only come to help and had no intention of fighting him to the death.
He had taken advantage of the opportunity to use a secret technique and heavily wounded her. Although it had aggravated his old injuries, it had also forced her to flee in serious condition.
In fact, he had sensed that girl's aura long ago. How could the direct