A Familiar Face in a Foreign Land. Chen Yan's figure swiftly vanished into the mist.
The unease among the Immortal Cultivators behind him was also swallowed by the dense demon miasma within Desolate Ridge.
Then, his pace quickened more and more.
Swift Wind Step.
Chen Yan began to activate his movement technique, swiftly weaving through the trees in the forest.
He began to release his Spiritual Sense and perception.
Under such dense demon miasma, the range of Spiritual Sense would be suppressed to a certain extent. But Chen Yan's true cultivation was, after all, at the Guiyi Realm, so the effect on him was relatively minor.
Suddenly, Chen Yan thought of something.
He began to activate the violet-gold demon core of a tenth-realm great demon churning within his sea of qi.
In an instant, Chen Yan's Spiritual Sense could easily pierce through the demon miasma's interference. He could even use the miasma among the trees as an extension of his Spiritual Sense, probing farther into the distance.
When he reached another giant tree, he leaped up. His toes lightly tapped several times against its branches, sending his body soaring through layer upon layer of leaves before finally sticking to the crown of the tree.
Mist churned beneath his feet, faintly yellowed.
That was the result of it mixing with the demon miasma.
Distant mountain ranges revealed hazy outlines through the fog, layered upon layered.
Chen Yan stood atop the tree, his robes fluttering softly in the wind.
His Spiritual Sense could cover everything within a hundred li, including the dozen or so Immortal Cultivators who had come from Forgotten River City to Qin King's Ridge to rescue the Pear Blossom Pavilion disciples.
At this moment, Li Jianzhang held a small knife and carefully cut open the skin of one of