But why had this happened? Was it because Gan Mingfeng himself had been injured and had yet to recover, leaving his mind frail and his spirit depleted? Or would all Innate Realm Warriors fall asleep within this sea of clouds? There was no way to know.
Of course, this posed no threat to Meng Zhao. After all, he was different from Innate Martial Artists.
Besides, to put it bluntly, if everyone else were rendered unconscious by these white clouds, he would instead have a chance to head alone toward Cloud Peak and see what exactly was hidden within the ruins left behind by the Middle Ancient Sui Dynasty.
Meng Zhao was actually hesitating over whether he should seize this opportunity to kill Gan Mingfeng, this burden, outright. By this point, the man was of little use to him and more of a burden than anything else.
Yet out of caution, he felt that Gan Mingfeng was the sort of person who always held something back. He might well have concealed something within Lishou Mountain too. Otherwise, did anyone really think that he had carved out a path down the mountain alone two years ago purely through luck?
He was not some child of fortune. There had to be secrets hidden on him.
Fortunately, it took Meng Zhao no particular effort, so he still decided to give Gan Mingfeng a chance.
With a thought from Meng Zhao, an invisible surge of Mental Power transformed into something like a tentacle and stretched toward Gan Mingfeng, who was in his grasp in the form of an ape-like vicious beast.
The instant it touched Gan Mingfeng's body, an immensely joyful mental ripple spread out. Gan Mingfeng, who had been feigning sleep all this time, also woke up.
The first thing the awakened Gan Mingfeng