The Altar Cleanser Envoy turned to look. The distant mist was less than two or three kilometers away from swallowing the clustered yurts in the distance.
"Go! Save the people first!"
Without another word, the Altar Cleanser Envoy grabbed the Golden Body Arhat beside him and charged toward the yurts.
By the time the two arrived at the yurt settlement, the rolling mist had already engulfed more than half of it. Sha Wujing streaked through the remaining yurts in a rainbow flash, rescuing the civilians at high speed, while the Altar Cleanser Envoy stood before the churning mist, struggle in his eyes.
Ordinary people who had never cultivated could survive in the mist for no more than twenty breaths...
There had to be many civilians still alive within this mist. He did not have much time.
The Altar Cleanser Envoy gritted his teeth, steeled himself, and plunged headfirst into the rolling mist.
The deathly mist rapidly gnawed away at the faint Buddha's Light around him. In less than three breaths, the foundation of his divine power began to loosen, and his face turned incomparably grim.
Just as the three Golden Immortals had said, this mist possessed a natural restraining effect on divine power. At this rate, it would only be a matter of moments before he fell from the divine realm.
Enduring the agonizing pain, he sniffed the air and rushed into a yurt. He rescued two dying herdsmen, used a wondrous technique to send them directly Beyond the Mist, then charged toward the next yurt.
Just then, as if he had sensed something, his body suddenly jolted.
Several enormous and bizarre beasts were rapidly approaching through the rolling mist around him.
The Buddha's Light around him had already grown extremely faint, and the circulation of his divine power was