"True Person, please show mercy. Do not cut down all the leaked demonic qi." Seeing the black qi pinned tightly around the elder by Sword Qi, unable to advance an inch, Jing Cangyi suddenly spoke.
True Person Yu Qing glanced sideways at him without saying anything. With only a slight movement of his fingertips, the edge of the Sword Qi quietly withdrew somewhat.
The pressure remained, but the churning black qi was no longer shredded by the Sword Qi. Thread by thread, it began spreading through the hall, carrying a cold, fishy stench.
Though the pressure had eased slightly, the elder remained frozen where he stood, not daring to move even a finger. He did not even dare let out a breath. His whole body was like a puppet nailed in midair by invisible spikes, with nothing left in his eyes but fear that had seeped into his very bones.
Freed from the Sword Qi's suppression, the demonic qi began spreading outward. It deftly avoided True Person Yu Qing; beyond three feet around him, the black qi automatically split apart, as though an invisible barrier had sealed it off, preventing even a wisp from approaching.
Then, it turned toward the second closest person.
Jing Cangyi.
The black qi surged over like a tide, swallowing him whole in an instant. The roiling black mist twisted and coiled around his robes, blurring even his features until only a faint pale-red figure could be glimpsed within.
Someone in the hall instinctively rose to their feet, a hand pressing against their magic artifact, concern flashing through their eyes—who present had not heard how troublesome demonic qi was?
It eroded spiritual awareness and tainted bloodlines. Once it entered the body, it clung like a disease in the bones. Even Spirit Transformation cultivators had to proceed