The violent black mist had already sealed off the secret realm, making it impossible to use teleportation. Even if the immortals of the great all-embracing heaven were to come, they would not be able to leave. This was also a method by which the black mist concealed the secrets of heaven.
The black sun fell little by little with a destructive force. It landed on Ye Xuan's head, then completely swallowed him up.
It was as simple as dealing with an ant. It could easily erase his existence.
Shen Changling clutched his sword tightly, and he half knelt on the ground. He looked at the black mist around him. The reinforcements had not arrived yet.
"Are we really going to be finished?"
He wished that a miracle could happen.
However--
Another wave of pressure suddenly burst out from the side, and it continued to rise with lightning speed.
