Chen Dengming immediately felt a furious pressure accompanied by a black fog pushing from all sides.
The sky was as dark as the bottom of a pot, making it hard for anyone to catch their breath.
"Damn! Is this Senluo?"
Chen Dengming's heart palpitated, he fled hastily at full speed.
He knew he couldn't be engulfed by the black fog when he saw countless trees, seeming like they were encased in amber or utterly frozen, when the vast black fog descended.
But at this time, the world around him was nearly covered by the black fog.
It's as if a group of terrifying beasts are swallowing everything in their path—the struggling trees, the terrified souls—into their bellies.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!——
Chen Dengming was flying low to the ground at high speed, his body emanating a light as sharp as a knife, piercing through and tearing apart countless trees and ancient vines.
