Poisonous Mist

"They're getting ready to move."

The massive crowd gradually stirred. It seemed these people were preparing to force their way in.

Rumble!

Nearly ten thousand powerful cultivators advanced together, creating an astonishingly grand spectacle.

"Move!"

Amid roars, countless figures shot forward with whooshing sounds, eagerly rushing into the dark, silent ancient forest.

Wei Yang and the others watched coldly, in no hurry to set out.

Only after waiting for quite a while, once that group had been inside for some time, did they prepare to move.

Looking at the forest, which had become somewhat restless from so many people barging in, Wei Yang rose and said calmly, "Let's go too."

With that, Wei Yang moved first, turning into a black shadow as he darted into the ancient forest like lightning.

Xiao Yan and the other three followed close behind.

Whoosh!

The instant they entered the ancient forest, the surrounding light suddenly dimmed. The smell of rotting branches and fallen leaves rushed at them from all directions, thick and somewhat pungent.

Wei Yang frowned slightly and instinctively held his breath. He paused briefly and looked ahead, where scattered groups of two or three were cautiously feeling their way forward.

These people were not particularly strong, so they trailed behind the main force, hoping to profit from the chaos.

Shaking his head, Wei Yang tapped the tree trunk with his toes and swiftly darted deeper into the forest.

Wei Yang and the others were not moving slowly. In less than ten minutes, they had traveled more than ten li.

Nothing unusual happened along the way. Even when they occasionally encountered one or two Ferocious Beasts brimming with savage aura, they did not need to act. The people ahead swarmed forward and blasted the beasts into pulp in moments.

Though the journey had