As soon as Marshall Morgan flew into the area shrouded in black mist, he suddenly felt a tremendous force acting upon him.
His expression changed, and his body slowly descended to the ground.
"The Hundred Gods Slope, indeed you can't fly here!"
Marshall Morgan muttered, then began surveying his surroundings.
Strangely, outside everything was normal, but once he flew into the misty area, not only was he unable to fly, but the surrounding environment also changed.
Looking around, he saw an expanse of gray desert.
Yes, all desert, not a single blade of grass in sight.
Without hesitation, Marshall Morgan dashed forward.
But soon, his expression changed again.
Because he felt his cultivation being suppressed, continuously declining.
Not long after, his cultivation level was suppressed to the Martial Lord Ninth Realm Middle Stage.
"Hearing the rumors is one thing, experiencing it firsthand is another. Watching my cultivation constantly drop, this feeling really isn't pleasant!"
