The next night.
Zhang Lingshan arrived at a Blue Land of Turbidity.
He had only reached the entrance when he felt gusts of sinister wind, a wave of icy cold driving straight at his forehead, leaving his mind dazed for a moment.
It really is formidable.
Zhang Lingshan marveled inwardly.
Blue was on a completely different level from white and gray. It could actually affect his mind.
No wonder Ma Hong had said that if one encountered an Evil Spirit of this level, one had to run out of the Land of Turbidity at once, or even if one did not die, one would fall gravely ill.
Those were words from the heart!
Fortunately, he, Zhang Lingshan, was no ordinary person.
The Fire Momentum inside him flared, and his spiritual platform immediately regained clarity. Then his legs exerted force, and with a whoosh, he sprang into the courtyard.
His feet landed.
Zhang Lingshan only felt the ground beneath him turn soft, like a mire, and his body began to sink involuntarily.
He immediately activated his Fire Momentum, only then discovering that there was no mire at all. It was just an ordinary bluestone floor. Everything had merely been an illusion.
Whoosh!
A white figure suddenly drifted past his eyes, slipped behind the house, and vanished without a trace.
Zhang Lingshan hurried after it, then suddenly felt his feet grow heavy. He looked back and discovered that at some unknown point, muddy footprints had been left along the path he had walked.
Looking at his legs in contrast, they were actually wrapped in muddy water, and mud juice was still continuously trickling down them.
As long as he paused even slightly, that mud juice would congeal his legs to the ground.
If he moved quickly, the muddy water would also tug