The Middle Tomb Region

Xiao Ran's fungal body raced silently across the wasteland, soon reaching the border of the Middle Tomb region.

Ahead, pale blue mist flowed like a curtain of glass, stretching across the entire gray, shadowy world.

It formed a vast barrier between the Middle Tomb and No Man's Land.

"There's something wrong with this mist!"

Xiao Ran sent his mental power into it and soon discovered billions of transparent, nanoscale fungal threads drifting within. Fine as quantum ripples, they interwove into a three-dimensional web that covered the sky.

If Xiao Ran's mental power hadn't grown dramatically after he devoured two Crystal Mycelium Balls, he probably wouldn't have noticed these unusual threads at all.

"There's no way around it."

His perception cut through the mist like a scalpel, carefully examining the space within. The threads were too dense. With a body as huge as his, he would be covered in them if he tried to pass through—and even a mere Consciousness Body would be contaminated.

"Then don't go around. I'll clear a path for you. You can head straight through."

Zhao Qingming said it bluntly. Xiao Ran naturally refused to agree to that plan.

But Zhao Qingming explained, "We don't have time to stand around arguing. I'm a Spirit Immortal. As long as my spirit tablet remains intact, my immortal body won't perish. Even if I run into danger, I can escape quickly."

"That's right. Time is tight, and we can't waste it here. Listen to Master Zhao."

Xiao Zhenye also agreed with Zhao Qingming's suggestion.

They were old hands, not young like Xiao Ran, who had so many misgivings. If they could charge, they charged; if they could strike from the shadows, they did. They always chose the quickest, simplest way to get things done.

More importantly, the Hunter Group's sudden