The dense, pitch-black mist wasn't a poisonous gas.
The moment Lin Ye held his breath, he realized something was wrong.
The black mist was, in essence, composed of billions of minuscule particles, almost impossible to distinguish with the naked eye.
It was as if they had lives of their own!
The instant the particles touched the Shadow Scale on Lin Ye's body, they were like sharks that had smelled blood, frantically burrowing into the gaps of his Scale Armor!
A scalp-numbing sensation, as if he were being continuously pricked by countless tiny needles, spread across his entire body.
Lin Ye immediately pulled back, creating distance.
The battle entered a strange cycle.
Lin Ye couldn't kill these monsters.
Their bodies, even when hacked into several pieces, would be stitched back together in the span of a breath by countless black threads pouring out, allowing them to charge forward again, fearless of death.
But they couldn't harm Lin Ye, either.
