Thick fog blanketed the entire Mist Smoke Mountain.
Even the moonlight in the sky was obscured.
A burst of ghostly wails suddenly rang out.
A mass of black clouds crashed through the dense white fog, and the fierce wind it carried instantly stirred the mist apart.
"As long as I reach Poison Dragon Pool, I'll have a chance to shake off Sun Wuhuan." Chen Mu spared no mana as he flew desperately forward.
There was a fissure beneath Poison Dragon Pool that led to the underground Water Vein.
As long as he burrowed underground and relied on his knowledge of the subterranean yin river, he could widen the distance and escape alive.
Just as he was thinking this, the hairs on Chen Mu's back suddenly stood on end, and immense terror surged into his heart.
Chen Mu immediately turned around.
A snow-white flash tore through the air, reaching a point not far behind him in nearly the blink of an eye.
Chen Mu's expression changed drastically.
Three Yin Slaying Demon!
Buzz!
One hundred and eight Livid Green Blade Lights formed a surging net of blades that descended over the white light.
Boom!
At the very instant they touched.
The white light instantly pierced through the encircling blade net.
The livid green translucent qi blades scattered apart at once.
Within the white light was a palm-long, two-finger-wide willow-leaf-shaped flying blade. Carried by fierce wind, it reached Chen Mu in a single blink.
A Flying Sword?! A Flying Sword that could behead someone from a thousand miles away?!
Chen Mu's pupils abruptly shrank as he instantly raised his palm.
Hidden Sand Casting Shadow!
Seven black-red spheres, each the size of a human head, flew out in a row.
Bang, bang, bang...
The Hidden Sand Technique, which could easily shatter Protective Spiritual Light,