At the edge of Black Wind Abyss, a mournful wind howled, and grayish-black mist churned incessantly like a living creature, shrouding the entrance in an eerie atmosphere. The air was thick with a bone-chilling cold and a faint scent of sulfur; when Divine Sense probed into it, it felt like a clay ox entering the sea, facing immense suppression.
Fang Hao restrained his entire aura, lurking like a ghost behind a jagged black boulder. He pushed his Clear Spring Spirit Eyes to their limit, piercing through layers of mist to meticulously observe the situation near the abyss entrance.
Just as expected!
