Uchiha Shin frowned. He understood now—he had been trapped here by this black mist, and the innate magical treasure in his hand, the Black Gold Soul-Seizing Fan, had also become useless.
It was not exactly that it had become useless. Rather, before this black mist, his Black Gold Soul-Seizing Fan was like an ordinary object, utterly ineffective.
Uchiha Shin reached out and patted the black mist, but felt nothing.
After studying his surroundings, Uchiha Shin discerned some clues. This black mist had likely been set up here by someone. He had come this way and accidentally entered it, which was why he had been trapped.
The Soul Spirit General pursuing him had arrived. He thrust his longsword at Uchiha Shin, but it did not strike him, as the weapon was blocked by the black mist.
This black prison could not only trap Uchiha Shin, but also block attacks from those outside. That was rather useful.
The Soul Spirit General slashed at the black mist again, but it was of no use. Unwilling to accept this, he swung dozens more times, yet none had any effect.
Seeing this, Uchiha Shin breathed a sigh of relief. This would do.
Though he was trapped, his life was not in immediate danger. The Soul Spirit General outside could not capture him either.
The Soul Spirit General was not in a hurry. He drifted around outside, seemingly waiting.
Uchiha Shin landed on the ground and examined the surroundings. He could not remain here forever; he had to find a way out.
As he searched, Uchiha Shin discovered that the black mist around him seemed to be gradually fading, and the pillars surrounding him were slowly diminishing as well.
"This..." Uchiha Shin was somewhat stunned. What was going on? Had it not trapped him? Why was