Chapter 765

However, not everyone fled. Any cultivator who wanted to enter Jinglan Ancient Lake but could not even withstand the Death Mist blowing in now might as well turn around and go home.

The once-bustling marketplace fell silent in an instant. Within only a few breaths, only a small number of people remained outside. Among them, the Seven Sons of Luo River, where Lin Chuan stood, stopped what they were doing the moment they saw the Death Mist arrive and quietly waited for it to spread toward them.

"Junior Brother, this time, we're counting on you!" Lian Yifan said with a light laugh.

Looking around, the cultivators who had remained had already begun employing their own methods, wanting to test just how formidable the Death Mist of Jinglan Ancient Lake was. In contrast, everyone among the Seven Sons of Luo River looked calm, merely watching the youngest, Mu Yuyi.

"The mist of Jinglan Ancient Lake is known as the breath of death. Anyone who gets even a little on them will die on the spot if they are weak; those with greater strength will have their cultivation and physical body corroded. Neither outcome is pleasant. Though a cultivator's protective true qi can resist this Death Mist, the consumption is enormous. It would be difficult to reach the depths of Jinglan Ancient Lake using that method!" Chen Feiyu said, lightly waving the folding fan in his hand.

"Is it really that powerful?" Lin Chuan asked, staring at the steadily approaching dead-gray mist as he slowly raised his right hand.

Buzz!

A terrifying chill suddenly radiated from Lin Chuan's body. An icy-blue halo instantly enveloped the Seven Sons of Luo River, and at that very moment, the Death Mist swept over them.

At this moment, everyone's emotions stirred slightly. They had only inferred