Shang Yan watched as one of his subordinates was swallowed by the fog and vanished right before his eyes. His brows immediately knitted tightly.
As he looked at the mountains growing increasingly gloomy, unease began to stir in his heart.
Judging from the terrain and features of this mountain range, as well as the intelligence he had obtained earlier, this should undoubtedly be his destination.
Moreover, when compared with the information given by the Shang Family Patriarch, this mountain range was indeed the Yellow Springs Mountains.
However, they had already ventured so deep into the mountains, yet still had not discovered anything. This made him start to doubt himself.
More importantly, they had already lost quite a few people along the way.
This caused Shang Yan, who had originally been brimming with confidence, to grow somewhat uncertain.
The surroundings were pitch-black, and under the shroud of the gray fog, it was even harder to see anything. Even Divine Sense was severely obstructed.
Only the several family heads who had reached the Second-Order Divine Realm, along with him, could use their avatars to scout ahead continuously.
Even so, the people from the Míng Hé Merchant Guild and the others still advanced with the utmost caution, afraid that a moment's carelessness would cause them to be devoured by some crisis that suddenly emerged from the darkness.
Just now, several unlucky fellows had already been bitten by poisonous insects that appeared out of nowhere, then swallowed by the spreading fog.
Even with Shang Yan and the others rushing to save those bitten by the poisonous insects, it had all been in vain. They could not save their lives.
Thus, apart from Shang Yan and the leaders of the eight forces, practically everyone in the Míng Hé Merchant Guild was trembling with fear and