Just then, a cold wind swept past, and a bank of black mist drifted over, covering a vast area outside Qingqiu's exit in the blink of an eye.
Zhao Gujin narrowed his eyes. "So there really are people who aren't afraid to die!"
Fearing nothing, he strode straight inside to drag out whoever was behind the black mist.
But the moment he entered, his hand lightened. The Fox Heart Stone had vanished without a trace.
"You're courting death!" His furious roar sounded like an ancient beast's. He threw a punch that shook heaven and earth, but struck nothing.
Only then did Zhao Gujin's expression finally turn serious, for he discovered that after entering the black mist, his perception had been completely blocked. He could barely even find the way out.
He took a step, using Heaven-Treading Nine Steps. Ancient power surged within it, and he appeared over a hundred thousand meters away in an instant.
Yet the black mist followed him like a shadow, haunting him relentlessly.
Whoosh!
Zhao Gujin caught an extremely faint sound of something slicing through the air. He spun around, his piercing gaze like two sharp swords, and unleashed a punch with peerless divine might, as though the Martial Ancestor himself had descended.
But the phantom spear ahead passed straight through his fist.
"A Soul Attack?!"
Startled, Zhao Gujin hurriedly retreated, but still failed to dodge. The spear plunged into his mind, bringing astonishing pain. Fortunately, his will was extraordinary, and he forcibly endured it.
Then he stared ahead, his voice turning cold. "What expert is here? If you want to fight me, Zhao Gujin, show me some real ability. Whether you fight as a group or alone, I'll take you on by myself!"
He stepped back with one foot and lowered his body slightly, extending