The suffocating sense of oppression grew closer and closer. I could even feel its icy malice piercing through my skin and striking straight at my heart. "It is the Black Snake Spirit!" Linger exclaimed, a trace of trembling in her voice.
The black mist rolled like churning ink, and wherever it passed, mountains crumbled, the earth split, and birds and beasts fled in panic. The once vibrant Cultivation World was instantly transformed into a living hell. I watched with my own eyes as familiar sights were swallowed up, the desperate cries of people echoing in my ears, and an unprecedented sense of helplessness surged up in my heart.
"We must stop it!" Qu Chen clenched his fists, a raging fire burning in his eyes. He drew his long sword, the blade emitting a crisp dragon roar as if responding to its master's determination.
Chapter 91