There was no howling wind, but dark-red mist billowed in, moving with astonishing speed. As arcs of light shot out from the mountain walls and attacked the ghost and Devil Race cultivators, the mist also bizarrely filled the space around everyone.
The dark-red mist carried an aura in which extreme cold and searing heat intertwined. It wrapped around everyone, passing straight through their protective spiritual light and acting directly upon their flesh.
In an instant, everyone felt as though countless icy and scorching blades of thread were relentlessly slicing at them. Terrified cries rang out through heaven and earth—the howls of Ghost Realm cultivators who had never practiced body-refining techniques.
"This mist conceals lethal intent. Magic power can't resist it; you can only rely on your physical strength to endure it. Those whose bodies aren't tough enough, retreat at once and get away from this area!" Han Xufeng shouted, ordering everyone to withdraw.
As he spoke, he advanced instead of retreating, rushing toward the place where the Star Fixing Plate had been moments ago.
A layer of pitch-black leather armor covered his body. It now rang with a dense clanging, clearly armor refined from the hide of a powerful demonic beast, capable of weakening the slicing force of the thread-like blades within the mist.
Apart from Han Xufeng, more than a dozen Ghost Realm Mahayanas also relied on their tough bodies and followed close behind.
Everyone from the True Demon Realm belonged to the Devil Race. Their bodies were naturally powerful and terrifying, far surpassing those of the True Ghost Realm's people. Aside from the dozen or so black-robed figures who swiftly withdrew, most of the Devil Race cultivators remained.
"This mist is strange. The magic power and soul energy within my body are draining rapidly. I can't urge them