Xiangjiang Harbor.
What was once a thriving city had now become a ghost town.
Furthermore, on the city's outskirts, layers upon layers of warning lines were erected to strictly prevent anyone from entering.
Meanwhile, at the center of the city.
A huge mass of black energy was slowly pulsating, growing more forceful with each beat than the one before.
In the end, the entire city echoed with this heartbeat-like sound.
Song Yi's complexion was ashen as he sat on the ground, the magic artifacts in his hands almost depleted.
And then.
There was a series of cracking sounds.
The Feng Shui Formation that had just been set up not long ago was once again destroyed.
Blood instantly began seeping from the corners of Song Yi's mouth again.
But he did not hesitate to rearrange the remaining Feng Shui magic artifacts in his hands.
As the formation was completed, the black energy mass contracted for a moment, then a roar of anger came from within.
