A plume of dense smoke suddenly rose above the head of the black-clad elder.
The smoke spread rapidly, emitting a particularly unpleasant odor.
As the smell grew stronger, the black-clad elder's head turned from pale to black.
"Chu Yi, keep it up."
Seeing the black-clad elder's speed slow down, Situ Nan continued to shout encouragements to Chu Yi.
Chu Ruolin and Chu Ling'er stared at the black-clad elder. After his offensive slowed, the attacks from Daoist Xuan Zhen and Pang Dachuan became much more fierce.
Chu Yi's body swayed more and more, clearly indicating his current discomfort.
Several times, Chu Ruolin wanted to rush over and infuse him with some Essence Core.
But considering that her help might be ineffective, Chu Ruolin had to dismiss the thought.
The black smoke thickened, and the pervasive odor in the air made people gag.
As foul as the smell was, amidst it all, everyone felt a sense of hope.
