Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!!
Chang Xuan and the others moved at once. Each of them was as nimble as an ape, silent and swift, slipping into the Soul Stone mine vein in an instant, intending to finish off the natives lying unconscious on the ground.
At that moment, the red mist swiftly dispersed as well, revealing its true appearance.
"Eh? Strange. Where are those natives? Where did they go?"
Yet when Chang Xuan and the others charged in, they discovered something strange: there were no unconscious figures on the ground at all. The place seemed like a ghostly domain.
Instinctively, they sensed that something was wrong. The scene before them had caught them completely off guard.
"That's right. Anyone struck by the Red Mist should be unable to move. Where are those natives?"
"Could Senior Brother Chen Wei have killed them all?"
"No, even if they were killed, there should still be bodies left behind."
"It really is strange. We clearly saw quite a few native guards just now, yet they've all vanished."
The group discussed it anxiously, all of them warily scanning their surroundings. Things were utterly different from what they had imagined, and every one of them had raised their guard.
Just then, the sound of wind tearing through the air came from all around them, accompanied by orderly footsteps. The next moment, figures emerged from every direction and instantly surrounded Chang Xuan's group.
The people encircling them were precisely the natives they had seen earlier.
"How is that possible? Why are these natives completely unharmed?" Chang Xuan and the others were stunned, scarcely believing their own eyes. It was simply inconceivable.
Under the Red Mist, even Golden Core Realm cultivators would fall unconscious. With the strength of these natives, there was no way they could possibly escape the