In the Devour Space.
Wang Teng sat cross-legged on the ground with a dark-black spiritual herb in his hand.
Wisps of shadow-like gas seeped out from the spiritual herb into his body.
Wang Teng felt as if he was shrouded in a shadow. He was in between reality and illusion. It was hazy and divine.
At the same time, traces of Shadow Power seeped out of his body, giving off a faint black glow.
As time went by, the aura got stronger and stronger. The shadow-like feeling got thicker and thicker. It was as if Wang Teng was going to turn into a shadow.
Slap!
One of the leaves of the Yin Coagulation Grass withered gradually. Then, it fell and landed on the ground.
As they fell, the withered leaves scattered and turned into ashes.
There were six leaves on this Yin Coagulation Grass. There were ten strange patterns on each leaf. It meant that this Yin Coagulation Grass was at least 6000 years old.
