Across a vast yellow desert, Han Changming and the others flew fifty zhang above the ground, moving at no great speed. Several thousand red spirit bees were scattered within several li around them, serving as sentries.
According to Lei Hong, the restrictions here were extremely powerful. The most troublesome were the mobile spatial rifts; even defensive spirit treasures could not withstand them.
A fierce gale suddenly rose, bringing forth vast quantities of yellow mist. The moment the red spirit bees touched the yellow mist, they abruptly petrified and fell from the sky.
Han Changming and the others were startled and hurriedly stopped.
More and more yellow mist emerged. Magic treasures, spirit beasts, spirit insects, and anything else that came into contact with the yellow mist instantly petrified and dropped from midair.
"Pick up the pace. This is Spirit-Transforming Mist. Aside from a few treasures that can counter it, anything else that touches this mist will petrify."
Lei Hong said gravely, his voice resonant.
They all accelerated while releasing more spirit insects to stand watch.
After flying several li, the yellow mist finally disappeared from sight.
They appeared above a towering sand dune. Fierce winds swept past from time to time, kicking up great quantities of yellow grit.
Fang Yufei's face was full of vigilance. As they ventured deeper into the Nine Sun Mountain Range, the restrictions on their divine senses grew stronger and stronger. This was hardly a good sign.
Li Xiao spread out his powerful divine sense to investigate the surrounding area.
"Watch the ground."
Han Changming suddenly spoke.
The moment his words fell, the sand dune exploded, and a million yellow flying ants burst from underground. They were not large, with four wings on their backs, golden spirit patterns on their tails, and a pair of exposed yellow