In the Netherworld Space, the black mist as dark as ink is churning, with not a speck of light.
No matter how high one's cultivation, upon entering, vision, hearing, and other senses will vanish, as if one is the only person left in the world, a loneliness that can drive one mad.
These churning black mists are not ordinary; they are Netherworld Power, capable of weakening one's combat abilities.
Qin Yi just lies atop the churning black mist, eyes tightly closed, unconscious.
Jing Wangyou steps forward, scrutinizing Qin Yi.
Qin Yi's condition is relatively stable, though earlier, his features were contorted, like a demon or monster, looking very frightening.
At this moment, apart from a pale complexion, everything else seems fine.
Jing Wangyou extends his hand, ready to check Qin Yi's physical state. But just then, Qin Yi suddenly opens his eyes.
Jing Wangyou's hairs stand upright on his back, retreating as if electrocuted.
