The black mist hovered like dark clouds, continually spreading with the intent to envelope the outskirts of the East Sea.
This sudden scene instilled an inexplicable sense of oppression among the people below.
Especially since New Sea Stone City was not far from the sea, about ten miles away, allowing them to see more clearly.
"I always have an ominous foreboding."
Someone murmured to themselves.
This phenomenon doesn't seem naturally occurring, especially with such unfortunate timing.
"It's not the timing that's off, it's that the black cloud seems more like human interference."
Quan Xiaotong looked grim, the inexplicable pressure unsettling everyone, even without getting close, one could sense the malice in it.
No one would believe it if they said this wasn't Yama Hall's doing.
But what it actually is, no one knows.
"Why does this thing feel so familiar?"
