Upon a towering mountain peak more than a hundred thousand miles deep into the vast Burial Immortal Land, a dozen or so cultivators stood. Farther away, there was an attack formation composed of more than a hundred Immortal King cultivators.
All of them wore solemn expressions, tinged with extreme helplessness.
Several dozen miles away from them was a stretch of red, dense yin mist spanning several hundred miles. This mass of mist was clearly different from the surrounding yin mist, appearing even denser and colder.
When they swept it with their divine senses, even the Immortal Lord cultivators felt a strange sensation that made their divine senses lose their way.
Watching the several-hundred-mile expanse of red, dense yin mist rapidly roll away and vanish among the distant mountains, Venerable Brown Tiger and the dozen or so Immortal Lord cultivators standing atop the towering peak remained silent.
Just moments ago, the vast red yin mist had spread in all directions. The mist, which should have rapidly expanded, had not surged and erupted as violently as before. It had merely spread several miles before swiftly retracting.
Such a situation had never occurred in all these years.
Venerable Brown Tiger had personally gone forward, leading several mid Immortal Lord stage cultivators in an attack, hoping to disperse the yin mist and expose the mindless souls within.
But the mist was sticky and could not be broken through at all. Moreover, not one of the ghost cultivators who had originally been stationed inside appeared this time.
Despite their frenzied attacks, they had not even managed to touch a single soul.
And Qin Fengming, whom they had personally watched enter the yin mist, had vanished without a trace, with no further information emerging.
Having sensed the yin mist gathering around them, Venerable Brown Tiger and