Amidst the endless fog, a white-haired young man strode forward.
Su Mo had already been walking for a day and a night, but within the boundless fog, there was simply no distinction between day and night.
The space within the fog was distorted, and he merely followed the twisted trajectory of the space, moving forward, and ever forward.
Su Mo believed that as long as he kept walking this way, he would definitely be able to walk out.
Although his forward direction occasionally deviated, this deviation was not enough to make him get lost in the dense fog.
Time flowed on, and Su Mo forgot everything, pressing on headlong in his journey.
Whenever he encountered attacks from demonic beasts, Su Mo could wave his hand and instantly slay them.
He had now reached the cultivation of the Martial King Realm First Layer, and even though he could only unleash twenty percent of his strength, he was still much stronger than when he had first entered the Misty Mountain Range.
Not knowing how much time had passed—it might have been three days, or it might have been five—Su Mo still had not walked out of the range of the fog.
By this time, Su Mo could not help but feel irritated in his heart; he already had little time left, and only two months remained until October 8th.
If he were to waste a large amount of time in the fog again, it truly would be too late.
He now urgently needed time to recover his injuries, raise his cultivation, and forge his Destined Spirit Sword.
Su Mo certainly did not think his current strength could defeat Shangguan Hao.
Back when he entered the Misty Mountain Range, there were already rumors that Shangguan Hao had broken through to the Martial Emperor