However, this mist was something Zhou Feng could not withstand at all. It rapidly permeated into his body, not just through the seven orifices, but through his skin as well, leaving no way to block it.
The black mist completely entered his body, and the pain suddenly paused. He only felt as if his whole body was weighed down by a thousand pounds, his joints rusty and immobile.
In an instant, an immense fear and darkness overwhelmed Zhou Feng's entire consciousness, shrouding him in a sense of utter despair.
Subsequently, even his awareness began to fade, the darkness slowly rising within his mind.
If anyone were nearby, they would clearly see wisps of black vapor rushing rapidly toward Zhou Feng's head, enveloping it almost instantly in a deep, ink-like blackness.
Zhou Feng felt a piercing pain, as if an iron hammer was driving through his skull. This sudden onset forced a muffled groan from him, and his eyes burst open, glaring wide like eggs and turning completely blood-red.
