Chi Yu's heart began to pound. Static like a flickering television screen filled his ears, and Phantom Lightning hummed softly in his hand, as though it had sensed something.
Chi Yu tightened his grip on Phantom Lightning. Even time seemed to slow to a crawl, and a bank of black mist appeared in his golden eyes-
The black mist appeared out of nowhere, unusually dense, like dark clouds brewing a thunderstorm over the sea, sinister, malevolent, and chilling to the bone.
The flashing blades around them vanished before anyone realized it. Everyone's gaze was drawn to the black mist, and some already had a premonition, fear and panic showing in their eyes.
Thanks to the Jade Talismans, most places across the Nine Continents now knew the Ghost-Masked Cultivator's fearsome reputation, and his signature weapon was this ever-changing black mist.
Yet some still refused to believe it. According to reliable information, the Ghost-Masked Cultivator had been under siege by the Great Families and a scattering of Immortal Sects not long ago. How could he suddenly appear here?
The Rogue Cultivators were all so poorly informed and knew so little about Forbidden Curses that, although some had already begun fleeing, many still remained.
Xie Xiyi's figure emerged. Still wearing his mask, he drew close to Chi Yu like a ghost. Chi Yu's voice was slightly hoarse as he smiled as though nothing were wrong and called, "Senior Brother Xuanji."
Xie Xiyi did not answer. He merely wrapped one arm around Chi Yu's waist. The black mist instantly swallowed them, spinning rapidly in midair like a vortex before disappearing.
"They... they ran away!"
"This Long Aotian has close ties to the Ghost-Masked Cultivator, yet the Immortal Alliance concealed it! They've gone too far!"
At that, everyone looked at one another. Not a single