The Bai Mo he longed for has already disappeared without a trace, leaving only Wen Wen standing there, surrounded by black smoke billowing from his body. Each dense wisp contained a shadow of a person, performing actions as if in a play.
Previously, because of Wen Wen's advance, the world had already turned somber, and now it was pitch black, as if suddenly plunged into night.
Those black things, like tendrils of smoke, drifted above the Federation, obscuring the blue-purple mist of the Great Sage.
Wen Wen, who originally seemed to pose no threat to the Great Sage, now appeared in his eyes like a ferocious beast.
He couldn't sense any trace of power from Wen Wen, yet fear rose uncontrollably from the depths of his heart, as if electricity were coursing through his body, alerting every cell to stay away from Wen Wen.
"What is this!"
"This is not the power of the Spiritual Realm God, heavenly gods? No, that's not right either...why do you have such power?"
