In stark contrast to the conspicuous movements of the grey cloud, Han Li held out his right arm in complete silence as a faint layer of black Qi condensed on it. The black Qi pulsed and gradually grew denser, and when it had become as dense as ink, Han Li wore a grim expression on his face.
His entire right arm began to quickly swell, becoming over three times denser in an instant. There was even a layer of glaring blood light that shined from underneath the enveloping black Qi.
At that moment, Han Li raised his head to look at Wen Tianren.
The grey cloud had begun to release huge rumbles at a greater frequency, and had already expanded to an area of a hundred meters.
