Right!
The mist is forming.
When the group was chasing the giant golden-winged eagle into the valley earlier, the mist was just a thin layer, unnoticeable to the senses. But within moments, the mist thickened to the point where one couldn't see their hand in front of their face.
It gave an incredibly eerie feeling!
"Let's withdraw from the valley for now!"
Ye Qingchen pondered for a moment, then resolutely said.
Rumble!
But who could have guessed.
The moment the three of them stood up, the surrounding clouds seemed to boil.
Countless clouds gathered together, forming giant serpents several feet long, blocking their path directly.
"Get out of the way!"
Hong Man shouted furiously, swinging his war club in a sweeping motion.
This strike was like a Yellow Turban Warrior wielding a Thousand-Pound Hammer, its power immense beyond measure.
Clang!
