The mist was so thick that they couldn't see their hands in front of their faces.
Under normal circumstances, Mang Tian might have taken the time to admire the scenery.
But now, he wasn't in the mood.
He had originally planned to charge straight into You Feng's room, rob him, and take his spirit treasure.
But now, the night was more than half over, and he still couldn't even find his way. All he could do was wander back and forth inside the formation.
"Damn it! I'll just attack it head-on. I refuse to believe this formation can't be broken!" Mang Tian roared. He opened his mouth wide, and a streak of black light, carrying immense power, shot violently into the clouds of mist.
The flash of dark light vanished in an instant.
A moment later, he heard a hum from nearby.
A powerful surge of magical energy was rushing toward him.
Not knowing what was going on, he immediately raised a defense, trying to stop it.
A small tower, shining with light, suddenly came hurtling toward him.
His spirit treasure, Black Fang, was nowhere to be seen.
"Island Master Shan Ding, wait! It's me, Mang Tian!"
Mang Tian shouted as he raised his defenses.
But he was too late.
Even with both palms held up in front of him, the nine-story spirit tower slammed into him.
BOOM!
The magical shield in front of Mang Tian shattered.
The spirit tower struck him. With a sharp blast, large patches of black scales fell from his body.
The flesh on Mang Tian's lower abdomen was a bloody mess.
Blood seeped onto the ground.
The spirit tower spun around and flew back.
A deep, heavy voice rang through the mist.
"Island Master Mang Tian? You're here too?"
The speaker sounded rather surprised.
Mang