Chapter 641: Something Not Presentable

A burst of black fog emerged from the hilt of the blade, enveloping Miyamoto Takeshi completely.

Ye Ling's pupils narrowed; he suddenly felt that within the pitch-black fog, strands of a terrifying murderous intent were continuously spreading.

Is this the Ninjutsu of Wo Country?

The murderous intent made Ye Ling's skin crawl; the power of slaughter within him surged instantly, and with the Snow Drinking Blade in hand, he thrust directly at the jet-black fog.

"Clang!"

A sound of metal clashing abruptly rang out, and then Ye Ling only felt his arm go numb, nearly throwing the Snow Drinking Blade from his grasp.

Moreover, Ye Ling's complexion slightly changed, for he discovered that the dark fog had actually devoured the blade light he had slashed out.

The color of the black fog seemed to deepen even more, and the aura it emitted became eerier, sending a chill down one's spine.