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Chapter 720 Dark Energy

On the third day, Ye Xuan finally stood up from his hiding position, and his life fluctuations had been adjusted to a minimum.

At this time, he just needs to concentrate and suppress his breath.

He can hardly feel his own fluctuating breath now.

Only in this way can the defense formation of the inner city not be triggered.

The most important thing now is that he can enter the city without being engulfed by other death breath disturbances.

He took a moment to recover from training and then started walking towards the shaky wall.

Each small step is only a short distance, and it is completely impossible to walk swaggeringly.

But when he started in the city, he could feel the pressure on his consciousness getting bigger and bigger, and his whole body was shaking.

And that's just the fringes of the city - deeper, the effect is much stronger.

Fortunately, those pressures were all released by Ye Xuan, trying to block those spiritual attacks as much as possible.

It seemed that beyond a certain point, his already overloaded senses could not produce a stronger response.

When Ye Xuan climbed over the broken wall, he was immediately shocked by the sight in front of him.

From a higher angle, he could see that the city was wider than he had imagined, and the destruction was more than he could have imagined.

It stretched for miles and the ground was littered with rubble and rubble, so Ye Xuan walked cautiously, lest it make any noise.

Several surviving buildings have been severely damaged, look at the surrounding big city that once had millions of people, and now it is almost razed to the ground, as if angering the gods, and then the city will be severely punished. All destroyed, completely wiped from this world.

Only in the distance could Ye Xuan see some buildings that were more or less intact, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, what was it that destroyed this place like this, it was terrifying.

These appear to be palaces, temples and other places of power, but even these have broken towers and fallen walls.

Ye Xuan stared at this scene for several minutes, then turned his attention to the surroundings.

With any luck, he'll get to the city center one day, but what matters now is what's right in front of him.

He set off at a slow, steady pace, keeping his eyes on the surrounding area as he advanced.

Even if he didn't find any enemies in the city now, he wouldn't be careless, the city's defense formation was running all the time, who knew where it would attack him.

As he walked through the rubble, he saw many skeletal remains - possibly the city's former inhabitants - lying among the rubble.

Apparently, they didn't manage to escape the city before it collapsed, and they were all killed in an instant.

Ye Xuan couldn't help but feel a little scared when he saw this, and only then did he realize that he might be standing in the graves of millions of people, a veritable mass grave.

It was not here that I felt a very strong aura of death.

Although the thought made him uneasy, he was also a little fortunate to think how powerful his dark psychic spells would be if he were there when the city fell.

With millions dying to feed it, he imagined its power would be overwhelming.

He quickly dropped the idea, though he couldn't help but be a little shocked by the change.

Once, the thought of death on this scale would have terrified him.

Now, however, he finds himself wondering how such a disaster could benefit him.

This is not a change he welcomes.

With a regretful sigh, he began to walk slowly and carefully again.

He knew that at any time now, he might encounter the essence still in the city, and without his senses, he would only know it when it affected his body.

About half a mile into the ruined city, he suddenly felt a slight burning sensation on his skin, as if being attacked by a fellow practitioner who had just opened his first realm.

As soon as he raised his hand, he saw that his skin had turned red, and there were traces of smoke coming out of it.

While he could easily endure the pain, the situation still made him uncomfortable.

Without his senses, he couldn't see the essence, because it affected him so that his body almost seemed to start burning spontaneously.

This, he thought, was how it felt when his powers were out of control. They can only see and feel the effects of the spell, not what is actually happening.

For them, facing the monks in the battle (good enough Zhao) is absolutely terrifying.

Ignoring the pain, Ye Xuan had to sit on the ground, then closed his eyes and rested.

Now, the increasingly difficult part begins.

Blind in consciousness, he can only rely on his own skills and experience to inhale the surrounding essence into his body, which is much more difficult than he expected.

For hours he sat in silence, trying various techniques to absorb the essence around him.

He knew he had succeeded when he felt a sharp pain in his body - the destructive essence that remained in the city.

Immediately, he began to circulate in his body, channeling it with the pain it caused, while absorbing more dark energy from it.