Jinling Mountain Range, within a small village nestled against the mountains.
Lu Feng had never expected that this battle of his would last so long. It was not until the afternoon of the following day that the thick fog gradually dispersed.
During that time, he had no idea how many white shadows he had blasted back. The complexity and subtlety of the formation he was trapped in far exceeded his expectations.
Even after taking advantage of those opportunities to blast back the white shadows and using his own spiritual energy as a means of sensing, successfully grasping the patterns of more than a hundred different formation markings, it still took him a long while to glimpse the formation's flaw, allowing its power to spill away and the thick fog to dissipate on its own.
Yet despite successfully breaking the formation, Lu Feng still felt a faint unease in his heart, as though he had overlooked something immensely important.
"Old Lu~" Tang Yuan's voice came from afar at that moment.
Seeing Tang Yuan appear, Lu Feng's expression eased somewhat when he saw that, though Tang Yuan was equally exhausted, he had not suffered many injuries.
"Old Lu, I found something..."
Tang Yuan's expression was somewhat stiff. Looking toward the bend in the stream behind him, he hesitated before saying, "Old Lu, you need to prepare yourself."
Lu Feng froze. Seeing Tang Yuan's grave, rigid demeanor, he frowned unconsciously. The unease deep within him grew ever stronger, reaching its peak at that instant.
Tang Yuan led Lu Feng straight ahead and ultimately pointed toward a clump of grass by the stream.
Lu Feng looked over in confusion. In that instant, his whole body seemed to freeze as his eyes locked onto the foreign object amid the grass.
Vaguely realizing something, he staggered