The gray mist churned and coiled around Shen Xiu and Lin Fan like a living thing, as though it wanted to swallow them whole. It carried a strange, icy chill; even with Shen Xiu's cultivation at the ninth level of the Saint Emperor Realm, he felt a trace of bone-piercing cold.
"Spread your spiritual power barrier. Don't let this mist touch your skin," Lin Fan's calm, steady voice came from ahead. "This mist carries vicious souls. Prolonged contact will erode your divine soul."
Hearing this, Shen Xiu immediately circulated the Thunderbolt Power within him, forming a layer of golden light over his body. The instant the Thunderbolt Power touched the gray mist, it gave off a sizzling sound and rapidly recoiled as if scorched.
The descent lasted roughly the time it took to burn an incense stick.
Myriad Spirit Abyss was far deeper than Shen Xiu had imagined. Judging by their speed, they had already descended several thousand zhang, yet the bottom was still nowhere in sight. The gray mist around them grew thicker and thicker, reducing visibility from dozens of zhang to less than ten.
Just then, Shen Xiu suddenly sensed danger surging up from below.
"Careful!" Lin Fan's voice abruptly turned grave.
The words had barely left his mouth when a massive black shadow burst from the thick mist and lunged fiercely at Shen Xiu. It was so fast that Shen Xiu only caught a blurred outline before its sharp claws were already right before him.
Shen Xiu was no slow responder either. He instinctively twisted aside, while at the same time gathering a bolt of golden lightning in his right hand and blasting it viciously into the black shadow.
Boom!
The lightning exploded. The black shadow let out a shrill screech as it was hurled away, vanishing