"Soul Devouring: Great Pitch-Black Heaven!"
With a deafening roar, even thicker dark mist surged around Saint Antian. The mist seemed to acquire physical form as it intertwined and twisted in mid-air, finally condensing into ferocious, grinning evil ghosts that clawed and thrashed wildly, attempting to swallow all light and block the ever-expanding black halo.
However, the moment these evil ghosts touched the halo, they dissolved as rapidly as early spring snow, leaving not a trace behind, as if they had never existed.
Chapter 231