This discovery caused all the prodigies to show expressions of panic.
They tried their best to resist, but it didn't slow down the rise of the magical runes in the slightest, and a sense of despair emerged from the crowd.
"Chang Qing, how are you?"
Xian Banmeng, employing some sort of secret technique, wove strands of spiritual power together, forming armor like celestial garments, protecting her body.
Although the strange black mist was gradually corroding it, it couldn't do anything for the moment.
Su Po went to fend off the creatures of the forbidden zone, while she immediately came to Su Changqing's side.
The current Su Changqing was greatly exhausted, and with the onslaught of black mist, she feared he couldn't hold out.
"I'm fine."
Feeling the black mist continuously gathering within him, Su Changqing frowned slightly.
He formed a sign with his fingers and silently recited a secret technique.
