At this moment, Yan Lie and Wanshui Zhenren stood in front of the black mist, but the azure stingray was nowhere to be seen.
Tao Xiang and the others stood on the other side, dozens of meters apart, not fighting, but clearly wary of each other.
Shen Luo didn't approach them, stopping his figure silently from a distance.
After a while, Yan Lie raised his hand and sent out a streak of radiant firelight tens of meters long. It was unclear what Magical Treasure it came from, but it was immensely powerful, sizzling the void as if scorching it, and fiercely slashed onto the Great Formation of the black mist.
However, this brilliant firelight disappeared with a flash into the black mist, like a stone sinking into water, rippling waves across the mist, which quickly returned to calm.
Shen Luo's expression shifted ever so slightly.
Just as the firelight vanished, he sensed a powerful devouring force within the black mist, effortlessly neutralizing the streak of firelight.