C582 [devour]

Hearing this voice, everyone relaxed a little. Compared to the Black Fog Demon King who was about to lose all decorum, Biyue, who was still hard to determine, was a bit better.

"You succeeded?" As Liu Yang asked, he ordered Xuan Xing to slowly approach her.

In just a short while, the black mist, which was originally as black as ink and as big as a carriage, quickly solidified and finally