But he quickly furrowed his brows, sensing something amiss.
"Hmm? Something's wrong! Why hasn't this white fog stopped?!"
A shock ran through him, and he abruptly raised his head, looking at the billowing white fog that was almost pressing against his face, his expression changing drastically!
With his countless millennia of experience here, these white fogs seemed fierce, but once they crossed a certain invisible boundary, they would naturally dissipate.
It had always been this way for countless millennia, without the slightest change.
However, at this moment, the white fog blowing over had broken this tradition.
Boom—
A tremendous sound accompanied the surging winds, beneath the giant waves of white fog resembling overturned stars, the figure of the Double-Pupil Taoist seemed infinitesimally small!
"Not good!"
