Rolling fog stretched across the North Sea for hundreds of miles. Ming Yue twisted her body and slipped into the fog, vanishing from sight. Jiang Hao glanced in the direction she had disappeared, then plunged in after her.
The people from Bright Moon Market and Jiang Hao's group watched each other warily, afraid that either side might make a move and seize the chance to ambush the other.
After entering the dense fog, Jiang Hao found himself unable to distinguish east from west. He gave it some thought and flew downward for a while, only to discover that he could not touch the sea. Then he flew upward for some time, yet still failed to break out of the fog.
The fog was clearly floating above the sea, yet he could not reach the seawater. He had flown upward for dozens of miles, high enough to reach outer space, but still could not escape the fog.
He had already been trapped inside the formation. Unless he broke it, he likely would not be able to leave.
Suddenly.
Jiang Hao felt a surge of danger from ahead and instantly teleported several meters away.
Whoosh~!
A streak of colored light shot through the spot where he had just been standing.
Though it flashed past in an instant, Jiang Hao had already seen clearly that it was a flying sword radiating seven-colored glow.
Judging from its aura, it had probably reached the level of a high-grade immortal artifact.
Whoosh~!
Before Jiang Hao could think further, the flying sword shot toward him from another direction. It was incredibly fast, and he could only dodge again.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh~~!
The flying sword kept weaving through the dense fog, while Jiang Hao could only keep evading. He could guess that the formation arranged by his