"Master, this mist possesses an extremely powerful binding force. The moment it touches someone, they'll immediately fall into it. There are no visible attacks inside, yet any fellow cultivator who enters is placed in grave danger and suffers tremendous assault. Elder Hei Qi just used the Soul Thunder Bead to bombard it once, and it consumed a large amount of the mist. That's why this disciple asked you to come take a look."
The crowd's conversation paused briefly. The middle-aged cultivator who had previously activated the communication technique bowed to the other youth who had arrived, then spoke respectfully.
The youth who had arrived with him immediately revealed a suspicious expression upon reaching the place.
That was because, more than ten miles from this patch of mist, a layer of restriction aura was clearly spreading without dissipating. He was not from Black Soul Mountain, so naturally he had no idea what had happened around the Marketplace.
"Reporting to Senior Qingfeng, the restrictions around this Marketplace weren't arranged by Black Soul Mountain. They should be related to the cultivator inside the mist."
Fairy Qixian was extremely respectful toward this youth. After seeing the change in his expression, she immediately explained the situation before the middle-aged cultivator could speak.
"Fellow Cultivator Qingfeng, what do you think of this mist before us?" Her gaze flickered as Fairy Qixian's master spoke, her expression becoming exceptionally solemn.
The mist was even more bizarre than she had imagined before coming here. Although she couldn't sense what exactly was strange inside it, the aura radiating from the mist caused an ethereal sense of dread to emerge in her heart.
It was as if the mist before her were a terrifying, invisible beast whose immense body was impossible to measure, staring at her from directly ahead and leaving