It was like piercing through a layer of soap bubbles.
With a pop sound, the Desolate Demon Lord bringing the Boshi Tower, passed through the Ten Thousand Devil Abyss and arrived at the realm called the Dead Sea.
A viscous, liquid-like black mist enveloped the Desolate Demon Lord, making him feel like he was walking in water, its every move greatly hindered—this had nothing to do with whether he was an anomaly or not.
What was even more uncomfortable was that the Desolate Demon Lord, wrapped in the black mist, felt its source power and spiritual qi constantly draining away.
Although the speed was not fast, the Dead Sea was already a source power wasteland, and sustaining oneself here without gaining anything was not a long-term solution.
Although this was not his first time here, the environment here still made the Desolate Demon Lord feel immense pressure.
He used conversation to alleviate the oppression in his heart.
