In Chu Zheng's perception, the Yin Qi around him suddenly surged, even overpowering the Yang Qi in the surroundings during noon.
His gaze firmly fixed on the entrance of the mine, a black cloud suddenly burst forth, enveloping a silhouette faintly visible within—it was Han Mingdan, whom he had seen not long ago.
A dazzling divine light followed from the entrance of the mine, and Han Yuliang, holding a pagoda in his palm, took a few steps to catch up with the black fog ahead. The pagoda soared and cast down Immortal Light, suppressing the black fog under the base of the pagoda.
Under the Immortal Light, the black fog enveloping Han Mingdan desperately rushed into her seven orifices. The next instant, Han Mingdan's tightly shut eyes suddenly snapped open, pitch black as ink, her pupils no longer visible.
