Watching Qi Yun now enveloped by a mass of black fog, Song Jian couldn't help but take two steps back;
This energy was all too familiar to him, as it was the Force of Death, a power only found in Netherworld Hell;
"How could this be..." Song Jian's eyebrows furrowed as his eyes suddenly locked onto the cracked Shadow Crystal in the center.
At this moment, tendrils of black mist were surging out of the crack in the Shadow Crystal, as if the fissure connected to another dimension, reminding Song Jian of the Space Rift connecting the Abyss.
"Could it be that the crack in the middle of this Shadow Crystal is not a break but rather a Space Rift connected to Netherworld Hell?" Song Jian had a look of astonishment on his face.
At this point, Qi Yun felt like a piece of meat on a chopping board, with his body no longer under his control, defenses wide open, allowing the Force of Death to surge into his body;
