The dim moonlight vanished along with the demon fox's departure, the sky turning to a deep ink color, without a trace of starlight.
The bonfire had already gradually extinguished at some unknown time.
Only the Immortal Official Token surrounding Wen Hanwei flickered like fireflies, lighting up inconsistently.
Night thunder rumbled ominously behind the dark clouds, a deep sound like great drums pounding the sky.
An incomparable pressure descended from the Nine Heavens.
Seeing this scene, everyone guessed what was about to happen next.
Is the consciousness of a Golden Immortal truly so terrifying?
If they did not flee from here at this moment, would they be caught in it too, dying without a grave?
No one dared to think further.
At this moment, Wen Hanwei turned around.
She thrust the Yuxiao Sword in her hand into a barren stone behind Baili An, her gaze calmly fixated on him.
With a thunderous crack, lightning gathered in the sky.
