At the Black Water Wharf, the shadows were as dense as ink, and the silence was as deep as an abyss.
Three black-robed figures, exuding the condensed pressure of the Nascent Soul Stage, surrounded Wan Qing and his two companions in a formation shape at the corner of No. 7 ruined warehouse.
Their cold, silent, and filthy Divine Souls wrapped around Wan Qing and his two Foundation Establishment guards like poisonous snakes, making them feel as if they were trapped within ten-thousand-year glacial ice, rendering even the circulation of their Spiritual Power sluggish to the extreme!
Chapter 629