The following afternoon.
A river flowed slowly across the Australia Continent. At this moment, the surface shimmered with ripples and appeared fairly calm.
Suddenly, a white figure sped past, vanishing from downstream to upstream in a flash. Many of the fish-like monsters in the river failed to react before sword qi sliced them in two.
Ning Ze stood atop a Sword Domain longsword, hovering twenty centimeters above the river as he raced forward at over 1,000 meters per second. The water in the middle of the channel shot outward to both sides, as though he were surfing.
This is the last tributary. If I still can't find him here, then I'm afraid I truly won't be able to find him.
Ning Ze was slightly annoyed. If he had not run into that persistent Purple-crowned Golden Eagle, he would not have wasted most of the day. Those flying monsters were even faster than him and clung to him like chewing gum. If not for avoiding trouble later on, he would not have flown so low.
I hope I can find him ahead. His communicator is turned off too. Nothing should have happened to him, right? The Polenas Family hasn't made any moves...
As he advanced, Ning Ze suddenly stopped. He gazed toward a distant lake. The lake ahead was still shrouded in thick fog, which grew denser the farther inward it went. Yet there was not a trace of fog on the wilderness surrounding the lake.
"This is... fog?"
Ning Ze found it extremely strange. Mist in valleys, mountain ravines, mountaintops, or forests was perfectly normal, but this was a lake. That made the fog exceptionally bizarre, because it was not water vapor. To his senses, it was more like a form of energy.
He cautiously advanced toward the fog, intensely