"The concentration of Dark Spiritual Power is at least ten times what it was before..."
Su Lun looked at the attribute panel with a complex expression, not quite feeling good about it, nor feeling bad.
No wonder those pursuers didn't dare to follow.
After the fog intensified, the Dark Spiritual Power surged out like a fountain, spreading everywhere. This wasn't something ordinary people could withstand, nor could it be filtered by a gas mask due to its high distortion concentration.
Normal concentrations of Dark Spiritual Power were like the cold winds of winter, with each breath feeling like a cool breeze entering the body, slightly chilly; but now, at this concentration, it was more like blades of ice, making breathing feel like slitting one's throat.
But...
Su Lun knew this level was "dangerous," yet his body truthfully felt a thread-like comfort.