"Ba Ba, this was where we turned back last time."
As he spoke, Tang San pointed toward the forest in the distance, shrouded in wisps of white smoke. "Dean Flender said there might be Mist Beasts there. Ba Ba, are you really sure you'll be fine?"
Tang Hao rubbed Tang San's forehead and smiled. "Little San, Mist Beasts generally won't exceed fifty thousand years in age. This kind of soul beast has plenty of natural enemies in the forest. Even if human Soul Masters don't act, other soul beasts will."
"If there were a Mist Beast over a hundred thousand years old, then the entire forest would become its hunting ground!"
"Don't worry. Even if we encounter a fifty-thousand-year Mist Beast, it won't be a match for Ba Ba."
The mist released by Mist Beasts seemed to linger among the trees, difficult to disperse even with fierce winds. But before a Titled Douluo, such fog could be broken with a flick of the hand!
Besides, the existence of Mist Beasts was only Flender's speculation. Whether they were truly here remained to be seen.
Tang Hao reminded him, "Little San, stay close to me. Unknown dangers could appear at any moment inside."
Before entering that Mist Forest, Tang Hao did not dare let his guard down. He tightly gripped his Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul.
Tang San summoned his Martial Soul as well. When facing unknown territory, maintaining reverence was the most basic rule of survival.
After entering the Mist Forest, the vigilant Tang San immediately took out poison-testing tools from his Soul Tool.
"Ba Ba, the air here contains a toxin that slows the body. Once the poisoning gets too severe, a person will stiffen completely in place."
"Just a minor poison." Tang Hao curled his lip, releasing a barrier