Whoosh!
The moment the figure clad in black-and-white robes appeared, Lin Feng instantly sensed black-and-white gales filled with the power of life and death sweeping through the surrounding skies.
The gales formed from those two masses of black-and-white energy were exceptionally strange.
The powers of life and death should have been mutually repellent, yet they had bizarrely fused together.
They had reached a remarkably peculiar balance, causing their energies to cancel each other out rather than reject one another.
It was like water and fire blending together.
And because of this, wherever the gales passed, the plants and living creatures were swiftly eroded by the power of death, withering and dying.
Yet less than a second later, the life force within the gales forcibly revived the creatures that had been killed by the power of death.
The sight left Lin Feng utterly dumbfounded.
But after witnessing how bizarre this thing was, he did not hesitate. He immediately retreated a thousand zhang.
As for that Black and White Iron Box, how could he still care about it at a time like this? Staying alive came first.
After leaping back a thousand zhang and steadying himself, his body remained taut as he watched the black-and-white phantom in the distance warily, ready to flee at any moment.
After all, this thing had emerged from a Dou Di relic. What if that Dou Di had harbored sinister intentions, tampered with it, and planned to revive himself?
Wouldn't rashly approaching the black-and-white-robed phantom be suicidal?
After all, he was not arrogant enough to think he had reached the level where he could fight a Dou Di one-on-one.
Even if it were only a remnant soul, he still had no confidence whatsoever!
Moreover, the death force within those black-and-white gales gave him an overwhelming sense of