Upon charging into the black, toxic mist, Shen Haoran immediately released his Spiritual Power, attempting to form a barrier against it. However, the moment his Spiritual Power emerged, it was instantly devoured by the pitch-black fog. A sharp HISS echoed as a foul, nauseating stench filled the air, making Shen Haoran want to gag.
Seeing that ordinary Spiritual Power was useless against the black mist, Shen Haoran furrowed his brow. 'No wonder Long Aotian said I couldn't even get into the room,' he thought. 'This Bloodthirsty Godslaying Powder not only devours Bloodline Power, but it also consumes a person's Spiritual Power.'
