The terror of the black fog that shielded the heavens surged crazily from the void.
A breath of great terror spread out from within the black fog.
For a moment, Wu Ya, still in the process of seizing the Great Divine Power, felt a sudden, alarming warning bell go off in his heart.
What's going on???
The sky was shrouded in black fog, and within that profound and bottomless darkness, there seemed to be a pair of invisible pupils watching everything.
It was only for an instant, but Wu Ya retreated a hundred miles in a burst; however, it was in vain—his sense of crisis did not disappear.
The increasingly horrifying aura began to lock onto him, as if something was about to descend in the next second.
The crisis of death caused Wu Ya to break out in a cold sweat, his heartbeat growing faster and faster.
Just as the situation became extremely critical, the black fog filling the sky suddenly vanished, and the terror in the air dissipated as well.
