After Tian She and the Snake God Hall Elder fled, this region returned to its previous deathly stillness.
After the three of them took a brief rest, they resumed their journey without pause.
After another two days of travel, the cold yin qi in the air had become as dense as congealed fat. The gray mist around them had grown exceedingly heavy. With every breath, the chill pierced straight into their lungs and viscera. Even the Southern Heavenly King, with his Tier 9 Supreme cultivation, had to raise a layer of golden spirit light around himself to keep the yin qi from seeping into his meridians.
Fortunately, Lin Ming's Emperor Flame and Zi Yan's Dragon Phoenix Power were both the bane of cold yin creatures. Flanking the Southern Heavenly King on either side, they did not find the journey too taxing.
Just as the Southern Heavenly King thought this stretch of road would pass without incident, an extraordinarily strange sound suddenly drifted from the gray mist ahead.
It sounded both like an infant crying and a wild cat in heat, soft and winding, yet it sent an inexplicable chill through one's heart.
The Southern Heavenly King's expression changed drastically, and he blurted out, "Mist Wraith!"
Mist Wraiths were a kind of evil entity unique to the Fallen Battlefield. They were formed when the essence blood and resentment of countless fallen experts merged within the gray mist. Formless and intangible, they excelled at shapeshifting.
It was said that within the gray mist, they could transform into the most wonderful and beloved things in the world, luring people closer before draining their essence blood and souls the instant they lowered their guard.
There had even once been a Tier 9 Supreme who became lost in a Mist Wraith's illusion for three days