A black shadow appeared and a chilly wind blew by, He Mu suddenly felt that his blood froze inch by inch. The Primordial Spirit had trouble thinking, and everything in front of it was covered in yellow-brown ice, even the air flow seemed to have frozen. The vision in his mind was an illusion, as if he was falling into the Legendary Nine Secluded Undergrounds, surrounded by shadows of ghosts, and a big army was ready to attack.
If it wasn't for the Celestial Sword using the Five Elements to cover him with the dazzling mixture of red, yellow, white, and black colors, He Mu believed that he would have long turned into an ice sculpture, blown into ash by the chilly wind.
As though heaven and earth had become the Ghost Land of the Nine Nether, a smell of death pervaded the air. The Hei Jia Demon next to Qi Zhengyan took a step forward, his right hand clenched into a fist as he stared at the black shadow.
