The black mist grows thicker.
The powerful presence obscures the sky and sun, causing storms and swirling sands.
Even Sumeru Ancestor changes color slightly.
"What is this thing?"
"Just a remnant that should have died long ago," Xu Zimei replied calmly.
"Kid, show whatever trump cards you have.
Lest you die with regrets," a majestic voice emanates from the black mist.
A huge figure emerged.
This enormous presence is filled with malice qi, as if it could bring endless negative emotions to people.
Malice qi, like an ocean, surges forth continuously.
"You are quite arrogant, even the Fortune True Saint wouldn't dare speak to me like this," Xu Zimei replied.
He waved his hand.
The continuous flow of fortune power surged from his body.
This is the power he obtained from the Ancient Well of Fortune.
This power might be useless to others but is specifically effective against malice qi.
A gigantic Fortune True Sword appeared in Xu Zimei's hand.
