Inside the Black Wind Abyss, the mist was as thick as ink, and the yin wind howled, whipping up gravel and making sounds like ghosts wailing and wolves howling. Divine Sense was suppressed to its limit here; extending it more than a few yards from the body resulted in a blur, and vision was even more obstructed, only allowing one to see clearly within a range of about a yard.
Fang Hao moved like a civet cat, silently weaving between jagged black rocks. He retracted his aura to the extreme, alternating between Divine Spirit Steps and Shrinking the Ground to an Inch. Each step landed in shadows or depressions, trying his best to avoid leaving any traces.
