The four of them stood in the clearing that had finally grown still. Deep black mist surrounded them on all sides, and the air remained heavy, as though everything were far from over. Zhou Tiance took a deep breath, fixing his gaze on the dissolved remains of the robed man in black. The heaviness in his heart became all the more inexpressible.
"Finally... we took him down." Chen Haotian panted heavily, his voice carrying a trace of exhaustion. The black mist had corroded his sword; although his final blow had played a massive role, he could now feel a crushing pressure bearing down on him from all directions.
Li Kui frowned slightly, his gaze alert as he looked around, sensing that an unyielding ghostly aura still lingered in the surrounding air. "He is dead, but his power does not seem to have vanished entirely. This dark aura is still spreading."
Chapter 207