C293 Master

A black line gradually emerged at the heart of the temple, neatly splitting the crowd into two halves. Then, without warning, a dense fog enveloped the space, obscuring everyone's line of sight.

Among them, Yang Xuan remained the most lucid. As the mist began to swirl, he swiftly turned and lightly pressed a point on Chung Lingjiao's arm behind him. In the blink of an eye