The pitch-black clouds condensed in the air, turning into a few huge hands that grabbed Qi Yuan from all directions.
The aura of the black mist hand was powerful. It tore through space and instantly arrived in front of Qi Yuan.
Qi Yuan was expressionless and not afraid at all. An ethereal calmness appeared in the depths of her eyes.
Perhaps he had long thought of sacrificing himself, so when things really came to this, Qi Yuan wasn't afraid. Instead, he was calm.
"Unfortunately, I couldn't see it until the last moment…" Qi Yuan recalled Huo Junhan's figure and a deep disappointment appeared in his eyes.
"If you don't see it, go ahead and see it. Why sacrifice yourself here?" At this moment, Huo Junhan's voice suddenly sounded from behind Qi Yuan.
Qi Yuan sensed the spatial fluctuations behind him and was momentarily too surprised. He even forgot to continue the spell.
