After returning to his room, the mysterious man slowly revealed his thin and pale face. At this moment, his expression was a little embarrassed, but it seemed that closing the door had isolated some kind of pressure, which made him let out a long sigh of relief.
He frowned and slowly extended his finger.
Buzzzzzz!
A dark gray Line, like a blood vessel, connected to his fingertip. The moment the dark gray Line appeared, his entire aura changed. It was withered, desolate, and a little cold, just like the demon shrouded in the black mist outside.
"My desolate Qi is being suppressed ..."
Just a moment ago, when the young man had smiled at him, he had actually felt fear. The strand of desolate Qi that he had cultivated for ten years had been suppressed without any suspense!
