These bizarre black mists were more rampant than anyone had anticipated. Like a greedy plague, they swallowed more than half of the Mortal Realm in just a few short months. An aura of decay permeated the heavens and earth; once-lush mountain forests were reduced to scorched earth, clear rivers were stained with filth, and even the howling wind carried a suffocating, fishy stench. Even with Yan Luoluo and the others trying their utmost to suppress it, the spread of the black mist remained unstoppable. What was even more despairing was that the number of the living dead was growing at an alarming rate.
To vegetation, this black mist was a fatal poison; wherever it passed, all vitality was completely extinguished. Yet toward humans, its malice was even more ferocious. Those infected by the black mist suffered either rotting flesh and limbs, reduced to cripples lingering in agonizing pain, or the total loss of their divine souls, turning them into walking corpses and puppets obeying only the darkness. Wails rose one after another across the towns, and former homes had become a living purgatory.
Yet what startled Yan Luoluo the most was that this catastrophe had erupted much earlier than she had calculated. It was all because of the Bloodfiend Sect—a sect obsessed with taboo powers that, during its year and more of closing its gates to seclude itself from the world, had long since quietly plunged into the Abyss. The disciples thought they were pursuing supreme power, little susp…
Chapter 107