An ancient well sat inside the cave, releasing an incredibly oppressive aura.
RUMBLE...
Instantly, purple thunderbolts erupted from Ning Jiang's body, enveloping him completely. He had no choice but to be cautious here.
CRACKLE...
The very air here felt different, carrying a bizarre energy that sizzled as it clashed with the thunderbolts surrounding Ning Jiang.
VWOOSH.
Ning Jiang made a grasping motion with his hand, unleashing the Heaven-Devouring Demon Skill. A massive suction force appeared, drawing in the surrounding air.
Gradually, a wisp of black gas was refined in the palm of his hand.
The black gas seemed to have a life of its own, struggling desperately like an insect trying to escape from Ning Jiang's palm.
'This is Evil Qi. If an ordinary person were to enter this place, they would inevitably be corrupted by this Power, lose their sense of self, and become a walking corpse.'
