Elsewhere, General Crow warily scanned his surroundings. Mist shrouded everything around him. His eyes shifted, and he suddenly transformed into a black crow, flapping his wings as he flew upward. Yet no matter how he flew, there was nothing but mist all around him.
Crow finally understood. This grand formation did not merely create fog; it also contained a formation designed to trap enemies.
Jiang Hao had spent an entire day and night setting it up. If it only sprayed out a little mist, that would be far too insulting to this formation.
Crow could only land helplessly. But he discovered that as long as he flew downward, he instantly returned to the ground. This meant he had not flown very high at all. He might even have merely been circling in place.
Then he would fly farther.
Flap, flap!
Crow flew straight ahead, but after flying for quite some time, he still could not get out. Mist filled every direction—front, back, left, and right. At last, he gave up in frustration and transformed back into human form, hoping the Centipede Demon King could break this damned formation.
Just then, he suddenly sensed something strange behind him and swiftly turned around.
"It's you, Xiong Ming?!"
Crow cried out in surprise.
The towering Xiong Ming emerged from the mist. He wore armor resembling that of a military general and carried a gleaming silver spear in his hand. The spearhead shone with silver light. Standing several meters away from Crow, he looked at him with an imposing, spirited bearing.
"Crow, I never expected to run into you. What a coincidence. More than ten years ago, you led a group of underlings to hunt me down. Who would have thought we would meet here today?" Xiong Ming said in a deep voice as