At the time Agunas and the others faced the darkness of the Devouring World, Feng Yuan and his team encountered a troublesome enemy—the black mist that transformed into various bizarre creatures.
Unlike those aggregations of resentment, these constructs made of black mist had no emotions. They were suffused with a massive devouring pollution power; even the White Wolf Deity's ultimate move would be tainted by it.
"This thing is really a bit troublesome, huh."
Seeing the long whip formed by the black mist, Feng Yuan waved his hand, and the phantom behind him swung the lantern. Blue flames surged out from the lantern, burning fiercely towards the black mist, purifying it intensely.
However, unlike before, this time the flames seemed to encounter some fire-resistant substance and soon extinguished on their own.
"What exactly is this thing?"
