Even though the glow of the Pearl of Styx was blocking the black mist, Wang Lin who was surrounded by it felt colder and colder.
It was not his body that felt cold, but instead, it was his soul that shivered and chilled.
As if gusts of ill wind were blowing at the depths of his heart, no matter how warm the outside was, it could not block it.
He didn’t know that this was the sign of excessive wear on his mind. If he continued like this, he would damage his spirit.
Even though the Pearl of Styx could restrain Sikong Nan to a certain degree, Wang Lin’s own cultivation level was honestly too low. His spirit was simply unable to control the Pearl of Styx and could not bear the exhaustion brought by the Pearl of Styx.
Beside his ears, what reverberated was the cackling of Sikong Nan. His vision started to go black and Wang Lin felt like his mind was about to collapse. A lot of irrelevant content also started to surface in his mind.
