The shadow murmured to itself for a moment, then suddenly flickered on the spot and disappeared.
The next instant.
Beside the King of Zhennan, Yun Xiayang, the space slightly rippled, and a cloud of black smoke burst forth like lightning, directly lunging at the King's head.
The black smoke emitted a dense ominous aura, causing the King's heart to skip a beat. He swung the Taoist Longsword in his hand, instinctively releasing a flash of sword light.
However, as if the smoke had anticipated this, the sword containing True Sword Intent cut through empty air.
In the blink of an eye, the black smoke had reached the King of Zhennan, enveloping his head, then squeezed into his brow like flowing water, heading straight for the Spiritual Platform's Purple Abode.
The King of Zhennan lost consciousness instantly, his body plummeting straight downwards.
"Xia Yang!"
Queen Lan Xin was right beside him, but couldn't react in time, stunned and furious.
