Chapter 388.1
Undercurrents (3)
Feng Lingxue flew all the way to the northwest. Along the way, she kept her eyes on the ground to find out the root of the abnormality, until she saw a black mushroom cloud rising far above the horizon.
Looking at the mushroom cloud, Feng Lingxue inexplicably felt an ominous premonition. After hesitating for a moment, she flew in the direction of the mushroom cloud.
At this time, that city has turned into a purgatory on earth.
The black smoke instantly covered the entire city, and the howling of ghosts resounded throughout the city. It was clearly daytime, but the whole city seemed to be shrouded in the night in an instant. Residents looked up to the sky in panic, completely unaware of what had happened.
But the cultivators around Chu Qing couldn’t be more aware of this.
The black mist soon engulfed them as well.
They struggled hard, but the black mist adhered to their skin like sugar syrup, lingering.
What frightened them even more was that they could still clearly feel that the black mist was invading their bodies bit by bit, and the blood in their bodies was continuously flowing out along the black mist.