The chaotic mist sea, shrouded in dense fog, is filled with extreme terror. Even a blade of grass beneath one's feet might claim a life.
Ye Xuan and Yinhai Saint King returned to their starting point, the surrounding trees rustling, and the mist growing thicker, impairing even Ye Xuan's vision.
"Daoist Ye, as long as you can lead me out, you will be considered a friend of the Yinhai lineage. We shall never forget such a great favor," said Yinhai Saint King, clutching his severed arm and speaking weakly, his face full of fear.
Clearly, in this perilous chaotic mist sea, Ye Xuan had become the lifeline for Yinhai Saint King. How could Yinhai Saint King not lower his stance towards Ye Xuan?
Unfortunately, Ye Xuan did not reply but instead observed the surroundings, carefully sensing the presence of the creature.
Howl!
A fishy wind suddenly rose, a black shadow rapidly emerging, and the creature in the mist appeared again, shooting straight towards Yinhai Saint King.
Bang!
