The flying warships were extremely fast, and the white fog had appeared far too suddenly.
More than a dozen flying warships had no time to react before plunging headlong into the white fog.
By the time everyone came to their senses, all they could see was a vast expanse of white.
Wang Daoyuan had encountered this thing before, so he was not particularly surprised.
He secretly circulated the spiritual power within his body, and bright yellow streams of light flickered beneath his skin.
As long as something launched a sneak attack, he could instantly grow a full body of dragon scales.
In his half-dragon state, even if he encountered a Ten Thousand Year Corpse Puppet, he could face it head-on.
Faint firelight flowed across Zhou Luan's face, and a dim scarlet luan pattern emerged between her brows.
Although they had prepared to fight, their spiritual power remained within their bodies without leaking the slightest bit.
Even if a Deity Transformation Cultivator probed them with divine sense, they would be unable to see through them.
The other Nascent Soul Cultivators and Golden Core Cultivators all began to panic. This was already the third time Town Sea Sect cultivators had encountered the Mysterious Fog.
After the Mysterious Fog appeared the first two times, the flying warships had both come under attack.
The first time, a Ten Thousand Year Corpse Puppet had acted, allowing them to break free from the siege.
Even so, several Golden Core Cultivators had been lost.
The second time, cultivators from Town Sea Island had come to transport supplies.
There had been only three Nascent Soul Cultivators and several dozen Golden Core Cultivators aboard the warship. In the end, every last one of them had been ambushed and killed, with not a single person escaping.
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