The dense fog over Jilong Mountain repeatedly expanded and contracted, like a living creature.
Red light flashed throughout it, while thunderous booms rang out without end.
Chen Mu hid underground, staring intently at Jilong Mountain through the Vermilion Feather Sword in the clouds.
He soon noticed that those white-smoke serpents with human faces would occasionally appear along the edges of the dense fog.
Once they left the fog, they transformed into white-smoke serpents. The moment they touched it again, they immediately merged back into it and vanished.
Could the dense fog covering Jilong Mountain be formed from a gathering of those human-faced serpents? Chen Mu could not help feeling a lingering fear.
He had previously tried to search for the white-smoke serpents.
Now that he thought about it, if he had truly provoked such a massive swarm of monsters, he would have been doomed!
The battle lasted a full half hour.
With an earth-shaking wail, the entire mass of dense fog suddenly collapsed and scattered.
Song Wuji stood suspended in the air above Jilong Mountain, his clothes faintly visible in tatters.
Then sheets of fiery-red Insect Cloud flew out from around him, chasing after the white-smoke masses scattered among the mountains.
The death throes of countless Mutant Beasts rose one after another through the mountains. Before long, they could no longer be heard.
Song Wuji rode his escape light in a circuit around Jilong Mountain, then landed at the main hall atop the mountain.
Before long, the Black-Clad Patrol of the Patrol Institute descended the mountain one after another, announcing the news to calm the people while dispersing the disciples gathered in various places.
Jilong Mountain, which had been noisy for half the night, gradually quieted down.
On the eastern side of Chaoyang Mountain.
Chen Mu sprang out