It was as if an eternal night had befallen the world.

Everyone’s field of view was affected.

Those who were relatively weak were effectively blinded, and their hearts filled with terror.

Even those with relatively powerful cultivations could only use their divine sense to perceive their surroundings. When they did, they were astonished to discover that the darkness-shrouded landscape had effectively been imprisoned; it was trapped in a strange silence.

Terrifying!

Everyone’s expressions changed.

When the power of the night became a cultivator’s power, everything it touched was suppressed and confined.

Beneath the dome of heaven.

The now tall and stalwart Dongguo Feng attacked, sword swinging. The aura of the night swept forth like the tide, blanketing heaven and earth.

It corroded the air, stripping it of all light. It suppressed and restricted all other powers!

A terrifying and strange projection appeared over Dongguo Feng’s Sword, Heart Killer.

A horse’s body, a human face, a tiger’s stripes, and a bird’s wings.

The heavenly yao, the Yingzhao!

This projection was bathed within the darkness, as if it were the ruler of the eternal night. Its presence was icy and terrifying.

Su Yi’s gaze turned slightly more serious.

He felt...