Layer upon layer of sickly green poison fog pressed inward.
From deep within the mist, several shrill laughs drifted through the damp air, scraping eerily against everyone's eardrums.
"Well, well. Since when did a nest of human brats sneak into this godforsaken Sea of Buried Corpses?"
The voice was neither recognizably male nor female. It sounded like nails scraping rusty iron, making their scalps crawl.
Everyone on the Imperial Fighting Team felt their hearts sink.
Cold sweat slicked Yu Feng's palms as he tightened his grip on his twin blades, his Adam's apple bobbing with a strained swallow.
"Captain, that sound... something's wrong."
Dugu Yan clenched her back teeth.
Ye Qing's earlier words exploded in her mind.
The Sea of Buried Corpses was an absolute forbidden zone, a place of certain death with no trace of other human activity.
Any soul beast capable of human speech in a place like this had to be a hundred-thousand-year soul beast!
They had no hope of fighting one.
Dugu Yan's right hand darted into her Soul Tool and seized the scorching Flowing Flame Red Dragon Dragon Ball.
Holding nothing back, she poured the surging soul power within her body into it like mad.
As soul power flooded in, the crimson markings on the dim dragon ball sprang fully to life.
The temperature soared, scorching a clear zone through the surrounding poison miasma.
"Roooaaar!"
A piercing dragon's cry split clouds and shattered stone.
A spectral red dragon dozens of meters long surged from the ball.
Savage flames churned around the dragon soul, sending rings of searing heat sweeping outward.
The damp, fetid vapor ignited on contact.
The crushing green fog, so overbearing just a moment before, was burned away to reveal a vast stretch of clear air.
Firelight spilled outward, finally laying the scene