"If you win?" First Court King Qinguang snorted. "If you win, I shall let you all off the hook."
Yun Yang was silent for a while before he spoke, "There is another condition. From now onwards, Fang Mofei will be free from the machinations of the Concourse of the Underworld!"
King Qinguang sneered derisively. "You can ask for whatever you wish, as this is a battle you cannot win!"
Yun Yang’s expression was still as maddeningly calm as he said softly, "Very well, after you then."
First Court King Qinguang chuckled softly yet his chuckle seemed like the chilling wind of hell ascending the world. The ghastly fog expanded abruptly to cover a radius of over a hundred feet, engulfing both himself and Yun Yang within it.
The abrupt fog had inhibited Yun Yang’s vision so much so that he could not even see his fingers in front of him.
Without hesitation, Yun Yang immediately closed his eyes.