An unknown space.
Darkness filled this place, so deep that one could not see a hand held before one's face. Black mist permeated everything, carrying an intensely corrosive force. Anyone without sufficient strength would be completely invaded within moments, lose consciousness, and become a puppet.
Suddenly, one part of this space began to writhe violently. The next moment, a rift opened, and a figure flew out.
His clothes were in tatters and his hair hung loose, yet his body bore no wounds. Only his handsome face showed a faint, weary pallor.
This was none other than Xiao Yu, who had endured the black storm in the void.
"Cough, cough..."
After emerging, Xiao Yu could not help coughing. At the same time, a drop of blood filled with great sun thunderlight fell to the ground, unleashing dazzling bursts of radiance.
Wiping the dazzling blood from the corner of his mouth, Xiao Yu surveyed his surroundings. The black mist enveloped him, but the profound venerable ancestral flame coating his body blocked it completely, denying it even an inch of entry.
Then Xiao Yu sat cross-legged and gave a bitter smile. "What a terrifying void storm. Even the golden light dao flame couldn't stop it, and the space opened up by the void-burning divine flame was completely destroyed. If my body hadn't been strong enough, I really might have died here..."
Dou Qi circulated within him, and his great sun thunderblood began to boil, rapidly healing his injuries.
Having completed the second tempering of the eternal undying body, Xiao Yu possessed terrifying physical recovery abilities. As long as he was not killed in a single blow, he could swiftly recover from any injury, even healing while fighting.
That black storm could be called the most terrifying danger Xiao Yu had encountered to date.