As Zhong Yun's voice faded, an even more chilling aura permeated from the depths of the ruins.
The night sky, previously illuminated by a golden glow, was instantly swallowed by thick, heavy black mist, like spilled ink blocking out the sun and moon.
"Did you really think you could kill me?" A hoarse voice drifted out from the black mist, carrying a spine-chilling coldness.
Chapter 85