Chapter 195: The Old Man in the Straw Raincoat and Bamboo Hat on a Solitary Boat

Boundary Battlefield, a complete mess.

Atop a lone dark-yellow peak stood a figure dressed in a blue robe; it was Ning Daoran, disguised as the Independent Practitioner Jianjia.

According to the memory of Bo Nan, a female cultivator from Sangyu Country, he had arrived at the edge of this battlefield, a place that had seen fierce combat months before.

Several miles ahead, from the shore to the seawater, everything was shrouded in some unknown, pitch-black substance.

"Hm?"

Suddenly, Ning Daoran's Divine Soul flinched slightly in pain as the figure of a Class A Paperfolk faded into oblivion miles away. Although the paperfolk possessed forty percent of his main body's cultivation, streaks of black qi crept along its body, seemingly able to devour his mana, and quickly engulfed it.

This place seemed to be a vacuum where Spiritual Energy could not exist; no wonder it was called deadly ground.

"No, that's not right..."