Nightmare Heavenly Mist 2

Before long, the dozen or so people had all turned to ashes.

Wei Yang was the only one left within this misty region.

Wei Yang shook his head, sighed softly, and withdrew his gaze.

Then, his figure flashed as he flew forward.

Since he had already broken free from the illusion, he no longer flew about aimlessly as though pacing in place. In less than half a minute, he rushed out of the area shrouded by the mist.

The instant his body passed through the mist, Wei Yang felt his entire body grow slightly lighter, as though he had escaped from a swamp.

He turned his head slightly, gazing at the boundless, hazy, eerie fog behind him, and slowly came to a stop.

A trace of worry flashed through his eyes.

He was not too worried about Xiao Yan and Elder Yao. The only one he was somewhat concerned about was Ah Da.

Although Ah Da also had the Nine Nether Wind Flame protecting him, he was too weak, only a Half-Saint. He probably could not withstand the Demonic Flame burning his body.

And if Ah Da's consciousness was still trapped in the illusion, he might not even realize he was being burned by the Demonic Flame, dying directly within the illusion.

At that thought, Wei Yang sank his mind deep into his consciousness. Through a strange, intangible connection, he vaguely sensed Ah Da's presence.

Then, Wei Yang sent a ripple of thought along that connection.

"Wake up. Wake up at once~"

Only after calling out several times did Wei Yang open his eyes, hovering where he was as he waited quietly.

A moment later.

Whoosh!

A somewhat bedraggled figure shot out from the white mist in the distance. It was Ah Da.

Ah Da looked back at the vast