When the demonic energy in his body erupted, threatening to drag him into nothingness, all those fantasized feelings vanished like smoke.,The ginger clay was somewhat distorted, concentrating all the demonic energy, and continued to blast.,With another wave of his hand, Ye Fusheng's barrier, which had been shimmering with colorful light, instantly turned pitch black, completely isolating the inside and outside. This place seemed like a world unto itself.。