Sensing his companions' emotions, Han Yu sighed helplessly, then nodded and agreed to their proposal.
After all, he too wanted to kill those natives.
For a time, the thoughts of the two groups fleeing the Dou Emperor Battlefield grew far more complicated.
Amid that eerie silence, the Soul Clan and Tong Ling Sect crossed the utterly devastated Pingnan Pass, which Hun Tiandi had smashed to pieces. They then flew a great distance farther, arriving at the edge of the Ancient Southern Continent.
However, the seal placed by ancient experts of the Dou Qi Continent had likewise been shattered by Hun Tiandi.
Thus, the Tong Ling Sect group finally saw the outside world their ancestors—and they themselves—had long yearned for.
"Four Directions Fall Silent, Realm of Death!"
While the Tong Ling Sect's attention was fixed on the outside world, the mouths of Hun Shengtian and the other three from the Soul Clan suddenly opened.
Immediately afterward, a point of light shot from each of their mouths. In the end, they transformed into four enormous black gates thousands of feet tall, standing in the east, south, west, and north of the sky.
The instant the gates appeared, dense deathly aura surged forth, instantly filling the space enclosed between the four gates.
As that deathly aura spread, the Tong Ling Sect experts inside finally came to their senses, only to discover in horror—
The vitality within their bodies was gradually draining away under the erosion of that black mist!
What panicked them even more was that, no matter whether they used Dou Qi or Soul Power, they could not keep the black mist outside their bodies.
No matter how they tried, the all-pervasive black mist continued to seep into their bodies without end!
Faced with this situation, the Tong Ling Sect experts had