The moment they entered the white mist,
The air around them seemed to solidify.
It was not the dampness of water vapor, but a tangible sense of heaviness.
Jiang Yuechu's brows furrowed slightly.
She could sense that this heaviness did not act upon the flesh.
Instead, it pressed directly upon the soul.
An all-pervading icy aura followed the acupoints across her body, attempting to bore into the Consciousness Sea between her brows.
Within her mind, chaotic thoughts beyond her control faintly began to surface.
All manner of things from her past life, the slaughter of this life, even the venomous faces of the demons she had personally slain.
They flashed before her eyes like a revolving lantern, attempting to disrupt her mind.
Jiang Yuechu's expression remained cold and clear, without much emotional fluctuation.
She merely turned her eyes and glanced at Niu Ben beside her.
This black bull demon's condition could only be described as utterly wretched.
Niu Ben's face was deathly pale, his entire body trembling as he stared through layer upon layer of white mist.
Over the vast marshland below, faint points of ghostly blue spiritual light could be seen.
One flying vessel after another, carved with the markings of Formless Mountain, rose densely into the air like a school of carp crossing a river.
The grand formation had been disturbed. Formless Mountain's patrolling disciples had already noticed.
Niu Ben's Adam's apple bobbed violently as he swallowed a huge mouthful of saliva.
"Your Highness..."
"How about... we retreat..."
Faced with such a colossal entity that had endured for who knew how many years,
The terrifying pressure of a mountain gate's lineage completely shattered this Great Marsh demon's psychological defenses.
What Nishang, what deep affection between siblings—
Before that suffocating pressure, all of it had been cast beyond the