Within the array, Mo Wuji shot out a Yin Yang Seal. At the same time, he threw out ten array flags.
A deathly energy instantly swept across this space.
"What sacred art is this?" Ou Zhaohe looked at the space in front of him in aghast. He even forgot that his Mysterious Yang Seal had already injured Mo Wuji.
The space in front of him had turned greyish-white; one side was life and the other was death. The greyish-white started to revolve; he felt like his life was tied in the revolving wheel of life and death. At any instant, his life could get sucked away by that death energy, but at the same time, he could also see a path of life within that greyish whiteness.
Ling Rong and De Pingsha didn't sense the space of life and death. However, they did feel a terrifying and threatening aura. It felt like the space around them was going to break apart at the very next instant.
