"The moon will remind you of me, Forbidden, Hundred, Thousand, Ghost Flame Ice."
All the darkness congealed into a pulsating dark flame on Ji Dong's left hand. This dark flame strangely reflected a bizarre luster. It was clearly a flame, yet it gave people a bizarrely chilling feeling. The next moment, this ball filled with cold and eerie dark flame had slid across the ground with an almost hysterical arrogance.
Where it passed, there was a trail of desolation in the darkness, and the sand on the beach was even covered with a layer of faint ice crystals. The grains of sand in the ice crystals, however, quietly disappeared in that black ice.
There was no astonishing momentum, only the coldness like ice, and the profound and dark silence. Ji Dong's body quietly followed behind the dark flame.
