Although everyone watching the scene before them knew the problem had not been completely resolved, they all breathed a sigh of relief inwardly.
Wu Jie, who had already returned to his original size, was falling from the sky. By now, this body of his had become a battered, broken corpse.
Huo Yuhao paid him no heed. Instead, he watched the temporarily restrained energy tide before him, considering how to deal with it.
But at that moment, Huo Yuhao and Qiu'er sensed something at the same time. It was a response from the Power of Fate, and Huo Yuhao felt it particularly clearly.
At this point, Huo Yuhao still did not understand what had triggered the Power of Fate's response.
But before Huo Yuhao could do anything else, before the Ice Spirit Spear in his hand had even touched the energy tide-
The next instant, tremendous energy surged once more beneath the rift.
Then countless clouds of purple mist spread onto the ground. Ignoring the effects of Huo Yuhao's Battle Armor Domain, Stillness of All Things, they permeated it directly and continued spreading outward.
Huo Yuhao still did not fully understand what this purple mist intended to do, but a moment later, he sensed that it was actually channeling the energy tide straight back into the rift.
Sensing this, Huo Yuhao wanted to act immediately to stop it, though he still did not know what the purple mist intended to do.
An eerie silence fell over the scene. Seeing this, Huo Yuhao withdrew the Ice Spirit Spear in his hand and gripped the Rakshasa Demon Scythe with both hands, watching ahead warily.
The next instant, that purple mist erupted from the rift again and rushed straight at him at an incomprehensible speed, enveloping Huo Yuhao.
There was only astonishment in Huo