Death Mist

A massive rift seemed to tear open in the void, and gray mist surged out in ever-increasing volumes, gradually cascading down from the horizon to form a vast, gray ocean.

This ocean of gray mist expanded rapidly, sweeping toward a distant village as if possessed of a sentient will. Within a few breaths, after the gray mist had passed over the village, every living soul within it had vanished without a trace.

The gray mist conquered cities and leveled strongholds, sweeping across mountains, rivers, villages, and farmlands, absorbing every living creature in its path.

No one knew what became of these living beings once they entered the gray mist.

Whoosh!

Violent gale winds raged through the void, yet a streak of black light flashed past, its speed seemingly unaffected.

Standing upon the back of the Spirit-Devouring Insect, Chen Changming felt a heavy heart, glancing back from time to time to see if any pursuers from the Immortal Alliance had arrived.

"What is that?"

Du Xiaoliang gazed toward the horizon, where a gray ocean of mist, like a colossal beast, was slowly moving in the direction they were flying.

It appeared to move slowly, but in reality, Du Xiaoliang knew this gray mist was traveling at great speed; the illusion of slowness was merely due to the vast distance.

"I don't know..."

Chen Changming observed it for several breaths, then frowned and shook his head.

This gray mist was bizarre, and it seemed to be heading straight for them.

If they intended to reach the Great Jin, they would inevitably have to cross paths with the gray mist.

Du Xiaoliang rubbed her temples, a look of contemplation on her face. "Let me think, I seem to have some impression of this..."

Chen Changming waited in silence.

Just then, he inadvertently