At this moment, Lan Wu's expression was extremely gloomy.
"Just what the hell is this grayish-white mist? Why can't I disperse it or kill it?"
Lan Wu was in an extremely foul mood. He had never encountered an ability as troublesome as this grayish-white mist.
In this brief span of time, Lan Wu had already lost count of how many times he had swung the Scythe of Death and Death Longsword.
Yet even so, he still couldn't disperse the grayish-white mist.
As time passed, the grayish-white mist instead grew more and more abundant, surrounding Lan Wu completely.
Strand after strand of grayish-white mist slithered around Lan Wu's perimeter like long snakes.
This placed tremendous psychological pressure on Lan Wu. The grayish-white mist was truly terrifying, and it gave him an overwhelming sense of danger.
Lan Wu didn't dare approach it at all.
He could only choose to evade the grayish-white mist again and again, but as time passed, there was less and less of it that Lan Wu could avoid.
By this point, the grayish-white mist had completely surrounded Lan Wu, leaving him with no way out.
Apart from struggling a little, he couldn't do anything else.
Lan Wu swung the Scythe of Death and Death Longsword in his hands again and again.
He wanted to drive away the black-and-white mist, but that was destined to be impossible. As Lan Wu struggled, the grayish-white mist continued to grow more abundant.
Gradually, it directly covered Lan Wu.
At this moment, Lan Wu transformed into darkness once again, wanting to break out of the grayish-white mist's encirclement.
Unfortunately, that was destined to be impossible.
Lin Xuan had already allowed Lan Wu to escape once before. Naturally, he wouldn't give Lan Wu a second chance.
"When Lan Wu transforms into darkness, it seems