The night sky was dim, almost utterly devoid of light.
There was no lightning.
Yet a muffled, rolling thunder echoed through the air.
The giant eye struggled for a long time, as if succumbing to exhaustion, and was slowly closing.
The thick, viscous black mist surrounding it also seemed ready to sink and disperse.
Naturally, the main mass of black mist was the first to descend.
Huangfu Song and Gu Xiangzhu both tensed, swooping down from the sky at high speed.
Neither of them knew what was happening inside the black mist.
And the outcome was of the utmost importance to them both.
If Zhao Ci's Spirit Platform hadn't been devoured, he absolutely couldn't attack him again. Otherwise, he would truly be locked in a feud to the death with Gu Xiangzhu.
Before Gu Xiangzhu entered the palace, their cultivation levels had been evenly matched.
Although he had made further progress over the years, he would never risk a life-or-death battle against her.
