The black mist, thick as viscous ink, wrapped tightly around Qin He.
He had ventured less than a hundred zhang into the Demon Abyss when a bone-piercing suction force surged in from all directions.
It was as though countless invisible tentacles had coiled around every limb and bone, madly tugging at the vitality within him.
He instinctively clenched the Silver Spear, trying to circulate his Golden-Tinged Blood Qi to resist.
Yet his blood qi was like an inflatable raft with a leak, spilling outward beyond his control.
The moment it seeped from his pores, the black mist swallowed it whole, without even stirring the slightest ripple.
No matter what methods Qin He used, he could not stop it. He could only watch helplessly as his body withered and his weakness deepened.
Qin He's heart sank as he looked at his palm.
The pale skin left by the fierce battle was steadily losing what little color remained.
Even the warmth in his fingertips was draining away bit by bit.
"This devouring force... does it act directly upon the very source of life?"
Gritting his teeth, Qin He took out a High-Grade Essence Restoration Pill. Yet the instant the Pill left his storage pouch, fine cracks crawled across its surface.
Before its faint golden medicinal fragrance could spread, it shattered with a soft crack into a handful of grayish-white powder devoid of all spiritual energy.
Qin He's pupils contracted sharply, and he hurriedly pulled out a freshly purchased Qi-Congealing Herb.
The emerald-green leaves, lush enough to drip with life, yellowed and withered at their tips the moment they were exposed to the black mist.
In less than half an hour, the living spirit herb had become a pinch of dry, shriveled dregs, giving off a rotten stench.
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