The talismans fluttered through the air, snapping loudly.
There were clearly no physical sheets of paper, yet they made a rustling sound. An uneasy aura surged, forming an invisible yet sharply distinct boundary with the darkness.
Before long, an even more bizarre scene appeared.
A faint mist began to rise from all around them. It was damp, carrying the salty, fishy stench of the sea.
The moment it appeared,
it distorted the surrounding space and time.
Jiang Qiao still stood where he was, but because of the mist, he seemed to have become detached from the space around him, completely out of place, like a three-dimensional relief embedded in a flat painting.
"Swish—"
Suddenly,
the faint sound of waves rang out, and a patch of pitch-black churning appeared within the mist.
This blackness
was denser than the darkness lingering all around them.
Darker.
Deeper.
Even Jiang Qiao, the one who had summoned it, wore a solemn expression and did not dare be careless in the slightest.
This was not a power he could control.
He had merely borrowed a small amount of it by using the technique of shifting a huge weight with minimal effort.
However,
although the power he had borrowed was not even one ten-thousandth of the whole, it was still filled with the most sinister danger. If anything went wrong, it could easily drag him in.
"I really do want to see how you'll deal with this."
Jiang Qiao raised his head.
He looked ahead.
The darkness had swallowed the surroundings. Under normal circumstances, he could no longer see the stairs or the iron door, but that did not apply to him.
At this moment,
the darkness had evidently also sensed that something was wrong with the mist.
It first tried to devour the mist.
But soon,