Blood Mist Withered Moon Forest lay deep in Blackwater Marsh, one of the most dangerous places in the entire marsh.
As soon as Fang Mo entered, he felt the bone-chilling cold that seemed to lurk everywhere. Red mist filled the air, limiting visibility to no more than two hundred meters. Not a single insect chirped. There was only the creak of trees swaying in the wind and the rustle of leaves rubbing together.
After reaching the Pre-Heaven Realm, Fang Mo's senses had improved considerably. He could easily detect any disturbance within several hundred meters, without even having to deliberately summon his Primordial Spirit to investigate, so he seemed quite at ease.
But after walking for more than ten minutes, Fang Mo frowned slightly. He sensed a faint trace of spiritual power seeping into his consciousness.
It seemed like a wisp of red mist was gathering inside his consciousness. The moment his Primordial Spirit touched it, he felt his mind grow hazy.
Suddenly, the Bronze Mirror trembled, and Golden Light swept over him.
A piercing shriek rang in Fang Mo's ears. The red mist was instantly burned away by the Golden Light, and a trace of Primordial Spirit power flowed into the sea of his consciousness.
Yet Fang Mo suddenly drew his bow and fired.
The bowstring twanged, and an arrow shot into the thicket.
The arrow was knocked away in an instant. Immediately afterward, a huge bird soared into the air and plunged straight into the blood mist.
"You're not getting away!"
"Dragon Spine Cloud Breaking Arrow!"
Fang Mo swiftly nocked an arrow and drew his bow. The arrow shot forth with a dragon's roar. Dragon patterns appeared along its shaft, gleaming like Golden Patterns, as though it had transformed into a golden dragon surging through the void. In the