"What the hell is this place?"
Amid a forest filled with mist, Chen Mu looked around, his face full of confusion.
He had been here for three days, and besides the forest and the ever-present bone-chilling mist, he hadn't seen a single living creature.
"This mist is strange; not only is it bone-chilling, but it also blocks the Truthful Listening Divine Skills," Chen Mu frowned.
Previously, the Truthful Listening could easily scout over thirty miles, but now it could only probe five or six miles.
The Vermilion Feather Sword that served as his eyes was also severely affected; once it exceeded ten miles, his sense of the Mechanical Talisman Seed inside the sword would rapidly weaken, making the sword extremely difficult to manipulate.
In the past, he could easily perceive the surroundings within a hundred miles from where he stood, but now it was reduced to only ten miles.
"I wouldn't have been greedy for that little Demon Qi if I had known."
