Qin Fengming and Si Rong were rapidly stabilizing themselves in a valley surrounded by towering mountains when a series of chilling, eerie screeches suddenly rang out from the rapidly surging gray mist.
The screeches sounded like summer cicadas. They were not loud, but they were extremely sharp and grating, approaching from afar at astonishing speed.
Although the mist around them was surging and roiling, it was entirely different from what they had seen outside. The scene of waves towering into the sky and rolling forward had not appeared; the murky gray mist merely churned and spiraled within a certain area.
It was as if the mist that rapidly spread and devoured everything in its path had appeared out of thin air from beneath the ground.
As Si Rong's startled cry rang out, Qin Fengming simultaneously saw enormous transparent objects resembling bubbles suddenly appear within his divine sense.
The moment those enormous bubbles appeared, they immediately collided with the towering mountain peaks all around them.
When the bubbles struck the peaks, most of them were bounced upward and continued flying rapidly forward. However, some of them suddenly burst apart.
As the bubbles shattered, clouds of gray-white mist abruptly sprayed forth, instantly enveloping the mountain peaks.
"Not good. Those bubbles may be the things that strange beast spat out when I saw it beneath the sea." Seeing the bubbles shoot toward them, Qin Fengming immediately cried out in alarm.
As his cry rang out, an icy aura suddenly spread around them along with the bubbles' shattering.
This chill did not contain the aura of extreme ice, but it possessed a strange force that caused Qin Fengming and Si Rong's minds to suddenly go blank, as if they were about to slip beyond their control.
Upon sensing this, terror immediately appeared on both