Something began to seep out of the Wind Demon Tower.
At first, it was only a few exceedingly fine wisps of black vapor, seeping through the gaps between the tower's bones, thread by thread, like ink dropped into clear water, slowly spreading through the air.
The vapor was pitch-black as ink, yet carried an exceedingly faint dark-blue sheen that looked especially piercing in the afternoon sunlight.
Then came a second wisp, a third, a tenth.
The black vapor poured out faster and faster, changing from slender wisps to rolling billows, from seeping through the gaps between the bones to gushing out through the tower's entrance.
Within mere breaths, the nine-story Demon Tower standing in the center of the desolate island was completely shrouded in an ever-denser, ever-thicker layer of black vapor.
And the moment Ling Luochеn turned her head, she froze on the spot.
Her face was filled with shock and terror.
Why? Because where the Wind Demon Tower had originally stood, there was no longer any sign of it.
There was only black vapor surging into the sky, and evil qi spilling wildly in every direction.
The vapor was pitch-black as ink, yet shimmered with a dark-blue sheen, like an enormous column of black smoke rising from the center of the desolate island and piercing the clouds. The base of the smoke column kept spreading outward. Wherever it passed, even bare rock, yellow earth, and the ground itself instantly lost a layer to corrosion!
There was not even a sound of corrosion...
The Black Death Evil Qi merely swept past, and a layer of rock and yellow earth was shaved away, exposing the jagged cross sections beneath.
Those cross sections were smooth as mirrors, as though sliced by the sharpest blade in the world. There were no cracks, no