The thousands of fragments were shining under the sunlight, which was really beautiful.
The black chain, which was several feet long, twisted a few times in mid-air. Suddenly, the black gas burst out like silk and kept flowing. The situation was very strange.
Cheng Meng's face was gray, and he looked like a dead person. He murmured, "It's over..." After the black gas was released, the black chain suddenly shrank to a length of two feet, falling straight from the air and lying on the ground, motionless like a dead snake.
A mountain wind blew past. The two foot long black chain was shattered into smoke, blown away by the wind, no longer disappearing. An immortal artifact disappeared just like that, as if it had never appeared before.
Wang Feng held the spear horizontally and said loudly,
