Yi Tianyun watched as the black mist swirled in, sealing the area around him airtight. To escape, he would have to be able to fly; otherwise, there was simply no way out of here.
But he wasn't the least bit panicked. He shouldered the Chaotic Celestial Saint Axe, aimed at the encroaching black mist, and swung down viciously. A frenzied arc of blade light slashed forward, carving a deep fissure into the ground. The tyrannical energy cleaved the surrounding black mist in two, tearing open a gap.
"Is this all?" Yi Tianyun's expression was nonchalant; he was completely unconcerned.
Black Soul Ancestor's pupils constricted. He stared at the giant axe in Yi Tianyun's hand and said, "Is that a Soul Artifact?"
"What if it is, and what if it isn't?" Yi Tianyun said with a faint smile. "Is that important?"
