Shen Luo had just finished when the sky suddenly darkened.
Clumps of dark clouds quickly appeared, accumulating more and more, and in the blink of an eye, the entire sky above Mount Putuo was covered with rolling dark clouds, with streaks of pitch black thunder and lightning darting through the clouds.
An eerie and cold breath emanated from within the dark clouds.
"Demonic Qi!" Shen Luo halted in his tracks and abruptly looked up.
The other monks and demons also noticed the changes in the sky, showing looks of alarm.
"It has finally succeeded..." The Black Jiao King saw this scene and his face relaxed.
At that moment, the dark clouds in the sky churned as if boiling, with countless vortices, large and small, appearing within the clouds, rapidly colliding with each other, emitting strange noises like people screaming and crying.
