The dense black fog rolled over and over, bumping and jostling, like a massive black quilt covering Chen Dengming and Luo Bing tightly. It wrapped up everything, even their divine senses could not escape.
Endless coldness swept across every corner of Chen Dengming's body, making him feel as if he had plummeted into an ice cave. His body seemed to be absolutely frozen into a rigid state, unable to move, even his thoughts were somewhat muddled.
At this time, the only thing that remained active and unaffected were the panel in his mind and the Daoist Script in his sea of consciousness. Also, the Human Immortal Ancient Palace that interconnected with them.
Feeling that these two trump cards of his were still unrestricted, Chen Dengming felt slightly relieved.
The Human Immortal Ancient Palace was still emitting waves of Spiritual Energy like dreamy rain from above the sea of consciousness.
A sudden surge of evil energy invaded at this moment.
