Above the Starry Sea.
Zheng, in alliance with Ye Luo and other disciples, forcibly stopped many overlords.
After Ye Luo and the others blocked the Star Sovereign, it signified that their mission was a success.
In the short term, these overlords couldn't move.
Ye Luo and the others let out a sigh of relief.
But before they had much time to recover their spirit and energy, from the other end of the Starry Sea, strands of black mist swept over.
Within each strand of black mist was entwined an ancient aura of destruction, and anything that got entangled by the black mist would be assimilated; the surging waves of the Starry Sea's pathways were quickly overtaken by it.
From a distance, these strands of black mist combined to form a black tide, and within the tide, a vague and monstrous figure of great terror seemed to linger.
"This is..."
Ye Luo gazed at the rapidly sweeping black fog.
He only felt an oppressive force that made his sword-hand tremble.
