The dark night had already enveloped the Vault Of Heaven. Moonlight seeped out of the gaps in the clouds, scattering a weak and cold white light.
It landed on the swamp in specks.
In this almost dark Cloud Dream Swamp, Mo Li was wearing a black robe and his long hair was as black as ink. His Peak Stage Divine Emperor Realm strength suddenly erupted!
The surging demonic qi wrapped around Mo Li's body crazily, forming ghostly shadows that let out silent cries. They were faintly discernible behind him, making one's heart palpitate. They were like ghosts and cold, and a chill appeared in their hearts.
The surrounding people could not help but retreat when they sensed this aura, their faces turning pale!
A wide halberd suddenly appeared in Mo Li's hand. The demonic soul wrapped around it. He looked at Blackie and smiled. "Don't blame me. It's mainly because your talent is too shocking. If you don't die, we won't be at ease."
