Instinctively, Han Yi felt the sense of danger crazily surge as if he could perish at any moment.
As his complexion wildly changed, he swiftly turned around and dashed madly towards the outside, making his escape.
Behind him, the ancient bronze cauldron trembled, and the dark figure on its surface also slowly emerged. The accumulating dark thunder then converged upon this shadow, forming a set of dark thunderous armor on its surface.
This colossal shadow stood approximately eight thousand zhang tall, reaching from earth to heaven, with a face too blurred to be seen.
After stepping out of the cauldron, the shadow looked up into the sky. The heavy halberd in its hand, also formed from dark thunder, swung fiercely as if trying to cleave open the Land of Nothingness.
Just at that moment,
A crisp voice suddenly rang in Han Yi's ear after he had fled tens of thousands of li.
"Eh, some remnants from the Black Frost Chaotic Realm still cling to life."
