Chen Lin sped through the white mist on his escapist light, not daring to pause for even a moment. He kept taking out pills and swallowing them to restore his mana and soul power.
The battle just now had seemed as effortless as crushing rotten wood, but in truth, he had used almost every means at his disposal. His mana and soul power were nearly exhausted, leaving him with little strength to spare.
Grass was no better off. She had severely overdrawn her strength and would be unable to contribute much in battle for a while.
If an enemy caught up to them now, he would have to use either the Thunder God Sword or the Sword Immortal Painting.
Yet he was reluctant to expend either trump card. Once used, the Thunder God Sword would need a long time to replenish its thunder power, while every use of the Sword Immortal Painting brought it one step closer to being exhausted. Who knew how many dangers remained in this boundless sea? Wasting his trump cards here would be pointless.
But what he feared came to pass. Circumstances did not bend to his will. After fleeing another several dozen li, Chen Lin sensed the white mist around him suddenly turn into red mist, releasing waves of evil aura.
Space itself grew viscous, making movement difficult.
Startled, he immediately halted his escapist light, activated the Xuanwu Shield to protect himself, and warily surveyed his surroundings.
It felt as though he had entered the territory of an Evil Land, yet something seemed different.
He had encountered Evil Lands many times in the Northern Star Realm. Although the surroundings were similar, their underlying nature was vastly different.
The rule force of the two was different.
The rule force here lacked that powerful sensation of forcing