As his form merged with the withered tree, Qi Yun's vision went dark. A moment later, a thick, heavy black cloud, saturated with viscous Evil Qi, surged toward him.
This black cloud was no inanimate object. Faint flashes of lightning coursed within it.
It also exuded a heart-stopping pressure, as if it were some kind of living barrier.
Deep within the churning black clouds, two scorching, dazzling spheres of light flickered in and out of view, like miniature suns. They radiated a golden glow and an intense heat that made it impossible to look at them directly.
'Hm? An anomaly like two suns shining together?' A chill ran down Qi Yun's spine. Not daring to let his guard down, he maintained his state of Gathering Form and Scattering Qi and the effect of the Formless Divine Talisman, cautiously navigating through the black clouds.
