At this moment, the Fengyue Building had already transformed into a mass of endless darkness, and the direction of the doorway was nowhere to be seen.
The middle-aged man, Mr. Qing, in the blink of an eye, felt a chilling yin energy coming straight at him.
Suddenly, a blurred black shadow appeared before his eyes, cloaked in a green gauze, with its face indistinguishable.
The pitch-black hair, like a deep abyss, moved without wind, as if living serpents were slithering around in the air, glimmering with a cold, eerie light.
The next moment, the black shadow's hair surged, carrying terrifying yin energy, engulfing toward the middle-aged man and Hua Jianghe like a sky-covering wave.
The middle-aged man's pupils quaked as he felt the spirit-chilling yin energy, causing the blood in his body to rapidly boil.
The knife in his hand emitted swirling white steam, slicing toward that airborne green silken hair, attempting to destroy those strands imbued with yin energy.
