"Die."
Ghostly Mist Daoist struck fiercely.
In an instant, the Demonic Qi around him suddenly became thin, replaced by billowing clusters of gray-black mist. This mist was no ordinary fog; it was a spectral haze composed of the wrathful spirits and corrupt Evil Power of countless deceased souls. Its hue was ominous, surging silently yet carrying a chilling coldness that froze the Divine Soul.
His figure hovered within the sinister clouds, his face obscured by the mist, revealing only a pair of hollow gray-black eyes. His emaciated hands slowly rose, weaving intricate and eerie Evil Seals at his fingertips. He muttered incantations, his voice low and murky like the whispers of the underworld. With each syllable, the surrounding mist thickened, continually absorbing the grievances and deathly aura from the heavens and earth.
"The Infernal Prison opens, the mist arises, devouring the Divine Soul, eternally plunging into the Abyss!"
