Tian Hun Stone

The aura outside had vanished at some unknown point. Chen Fei stepped forward to check on Ren Zhongyang. His source essence had been drained, and his essence, qi, and spirit had been gravely wounded.

Chen Fei frowned slightly. The nights in Miwang City were actually this tyrannical. Or rather, the rules of Miwang City as a whole were practically a dead end for outsiders.

If it had been a Peak Aperture Refining Realm expert, they might have been able to counter it and perhaps even gain some benefits. But for someone like Ren Zhongyang, at the Early Stage Aperture Refining Realm, whose Spiritual Power was insufficient to break through the mist, he was simply being suppressed beyond all resistance.

Moreover, every person who had entered the secret realm this time was an Early Stage Aperture Refining Realm martial artist. The strongest among them were merely on the verge of entering the Mid-stage Aperture Refining Realm, but being on the verge was still only the early stage in the end.

The daytime was murky and directionless. Even if one fortunately escaped disaster during the day, the unreasonable, overbearing draining in one's sleep at night would likely sweep them away in a single wave.

Of the several dozen Aperture Refining Realm martial artists dragged into Miwang City this time, only a scant few would likely survive, including the other two from the Yuan Chen Sword Sect.

Fortunately, Feng Xiupu and Wei Yantao had been unable to come to Half-Bottle Mountain because of their injuries. Instead, they had escaped this calamity.

Chen Fei glanced at the Rat Demon in his sleeve. Because it had been pressed close against Chen Fei, it had lost relatively little source essence and could be considered fortunate as well.

Chen Fei turned to look toward the window. The