At the edge of the Demon Abyss, within a hidden fissure concealed by Black Stone, the black mist churned as if stirred by an invisible hand, then suddenly contracted inward.
Qin He stumbled out of the fissure, trailing remnants of demonic mist. The instant his feet touched the ground, he sharply bent his knees to steady himself.
He raised a hand to wipe the black blood from the corner of his mouth. His blood and qi roiled within his chest. To evade Li LInfeng's detection just now, he had forcibly activated the secret art Shrinking Space to Inches, and even the Demonic Cloud Millstone had lagged for a moment.
A thin layer of black frost covered the field of jagged rocks outside the fissure, condensed from the leaking Demonic Energy of the Demon Abyss. The wind swept through the cracks between the stones, stirring tiny bits of gravel that struck Qin He's black robes with soft rustling sounds.
He warily surveyed his surroundings, spreading out his divine sense like a dense net to cover a radius of ten li. Only after confirming there was no trace of Divine Court cultivators did he let out a breath, turn around, and flick a stream of Demonic Origin Power into the fissure.
With a rumble, the Black Stones on both sides crashed down, sealing the fissure completely. Only a pile of rubble remained, blending seamlessly into the surroundings without leaving the slightest trace.
Qin He leaned against a protruding Black Stone and closed his eyes to regulate his breathing.
The results of this soul search in the Demon Abyss had not been perfect, but neither had they been a wasted effort.
Zhang Xiu's soul had shattered under the pull of the formation, dissolving into a sky full of scattered motes of light. Yet