In the black fog.
Zhang Shaoyang felt as if he had fallen into a vortex, constantly tumbling and buffeted, nearly vomiting his last meal.
Before his eyes, black and blue mist swirled endlessly. He tried to stabilize himself, but found it impossible.
The magical power within him seemed to be restrained by something, unable to be utilized.
Even his storage bag couldn't be opened, rendering him no different from a mere mortal at this moment.
With no other choice, he clutched the Five-colored Smoke and Mist Sword tightly, hoping that this disaster would soon pass.
In contrast, Zheng Yi, who descended into this world through the Yin Yang Treasure Mirror Fragment, could clearly 'see' the surroundings.
It was as if they had fallen into an ocean, rolling and swirling crazily.
He extended his divine thought, closely observing his surroundings, astonishingly discovering that apart from Zhang Shaoyang and the many Netherworld Wolves that had just pursued him,
