Several wind vortices closed together, twisting and swaying as they slammed into the poisonous fog, constantly stirring it up. Then, under He Dazhi's control, they began circling around them, blocking the Strange Souls rushing in.
As time passed, He Dazhi had destroyed countless Strange Souls, but the smoke formed after they vanished gathered more and more, until in the end it condensed into a bank of cloud and mist that shrouded the air above their heads.
"Fourth Senior Brother! We should keep moving forward! Those smoke clouds above give me a very bad feeling," Zhang Xiaofan said to He Dazhi as he looked at the smoke clouds overhead.
He Dazhi looked up, then controlled the wind vortices and moved forward.
Along the way, Old Ancestor Fengyue and the Ghost King finally realized how useless they were right now. If not for the two disciples from Big Bamboo Peak, they would surely have died here, body and Dao extinguished.
Wind was produced by the movement of air. The longer He Dazhi controlled the wind vortices, the stronger the surrounding wind gradually became, actually pulling the smoke clouds above along with it.
By the time they noticed, the smoke clouds had already begun slowly rotating with the wind, their speed gradually increasing. A strand of smoke cloud was actually tugged down by the wind vortices, and before their eyes, the two connected.
Zhang Xiaofan looked at the smoke clouds overhead, thought for a moment, then took out a White Elixir and tossed it over.
"Will it work?" Tian Buyi looked expectantly at the White Elixir shooting toward the smoke clouds, only to see it touch the smoke clouds and instantly vaporize, vanishing without a trace.
"Looks like the Ancient Corpse Poison mixed with those smoke clouds can no longer be recycled!" Zhang