"Everyone, quickly retreat, don't touch that black mist."
"Otherwise, you'll be completely powerless, at the mercy of others."
Seeing this Black Talisman Paper, Lu Feng immediately understood what kind of black mist it released, and he shouted loudly, retreating rapidly.
Some wealthy people had heard of individuals possessing spell abilities and had seen martial artists fight in underground arenas, splitting stones and breaking bricks, but this level of eerie strangeness was unprecedented.
Some even thought those were just props, maybe some illusion magic at most—who would have thought it would be this terrifying?
Seeing the One-eyed Dragon's fierce momentum, that wisp of black mist transformed into a skull and charged directly at them. These people immediately retreated alongside Lu Feng, anxiously looking towards the big man beside Liu Junlong.
"Little brother, what is that thing!"
"That skull is so frightening!"
