“What… what is that?” Lady Yun stared wide-eyed at the strange, writhing black mist, utterly shocked. Meanwhile, the innkeeper beside her frowned slightly, her gaze turning cold.0

That dark fog was far too sinister, and more importantly, the blazing crimson light just now was identical to the one that had helped Madam Bai shatter the Southern Vermilion Bird Fire Virtue Formation earlier!0

“A third-realm Yang Spirit, forced into such a miserable state by a junior? What a cosmic joke.” A gray-robed elder stepped out of the black mist, a cruel smile curling at his lips.0

“Fellow Daoist, save me!” Madam Bai’s voice was soft and sweet, dripping with charm and desperate appeal.0

The gray-robed elder gave a low, derisive laugh, his eyes turning dark and cold as he looked toward Li Yanchu. “This woman is under my protection. You may get lost now.”0

As he spoke, his aura surged out in a violent wave, and cold yin qi billowed up to the heavens! His voice wasn’t loud, but it carried in every direction, as though countless unseen figures whispered the same words from all around. It shook the heart and rattled the soul! That aura was immense, crushing,...0