At that moment, Nine Corpse Daoist's voice kept ringing out from the depths of the mist.
He sounded immensely arrogant and excited.
In his eyes, we were already as good as dead.
The Nine Nether Toxic Miasma surrounding us was rapidly closing in.
The space we occupied was growing smaller and smaller...
In the blink of an eye, our room to move had been compressed to around ten square meters.
Everyone was anxious, with no idea what to do.
It felt like a landlubber thrown into the water—full of strength, but nowhere to use it.
If it were a one-on-one fight, Master could grind Nine Corpse Daoist into the dirt.
Third Master could beat the shit out of him in a single exchange.
But now we were surrounded by this strange, vicious Nine Nether Toxic Miasma. What were we supposed to do?
Third Master took out four yellow talismans and raised a hand, fixing them in the four directions.
The four yellow talismans flashed, temporarily halting the Nine Nether Toxic Miasma that was closing in on us.
"Third Master, is there a way to break this toxic miasma?"
Master asked.
Third Master shook his head.
"It's difficult to break. We can only wait for it to disperse on its own."
Zhang Yuchen drew in a cold breath when he heard that.
"Ou Doudou, what do we do? Wind can't blow it away, and fire can't burn it off?"
At the same time, Mao Jing spoke up.
"The Nine Nether Toxic Miasma is an extremely special kind of evil miasma.
"Although it's sinister and terrifying, it only lasts for a short time.
"Its only weakness is light.
"Master, Junior Sister, perhaps the Sun-Moon Heavenly Light Incantation can dissolve some of the toxic miasma.
"Also, maintaining and controlling such a massive toxic