"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..." At this moment, Ming Xuan had already entered that realm of consciousness, the realm of demons.
Howling winds and blinding snow whipped around him as Ming Xuan endured the brutal test of the demonic energy. Suddenly, a streak of black light flashed across his vision, flickering erratically as though it were about to be swallowed entirely.
Back in reality, sweat poured from Ming Xuan's brow, and black qi radiated from his entire body—he had yet to successfully refine the Miasma.
Chapter 150