The black clouds rolled, seemingly like ink boiling in the night sky, ready to pour down at any moment, turning the world into an inky hue.
Fading into darkness, the entire night sky was engulfed in pitch blackness, no longer visible a single beam of light.
Words from the Black Mountain Demon King were no idle threat; should this black cloud fall, countless lives would be lost. Those above the Void Realm might have a sliver of hope to struggle, but those below it could only await death!
At this moment, almost everyone felt a tinge of despair in their hearts, even those under Prince Yu couldn't help but show a trace of terror on their faces.
The wrath of the Demon King took no heed of collateral damage. If this strike descended, everyone would perish.
"Profound Moon Sword Sect is not defined by Qu Lishang alone."
Raising his head, the Sword Elder's eyes showed not the slightest fear, only a chilling calm and indifference.
