The Mist Arrives

Lu Ren's expression shifted slightly. As his Martial Intuition continuously ascended and transformed, his senses had become extraordinarily sensitive to changes in the outside environment.

These auras were extremely dangerous. If he were contaminated by them, the consequences would be unthinkable. Perhaps even the True Energy throughout his body would be polluted and bound tightly by these auras, leaving him forever unable to take another step out of Netherworld City.

Expanding his Witch God Physique in its normal state, he stood eighteen meters tall. With a sweep of his gaze, he discovered that none of the surrounding courtyards had been touched by the black aura. Their doors were tightly shut, and within the walls enclosing them, the black clouds and mist could be seen avoiding the houses as they rapidly spread through every street and alley of the city.

The only option was to enter a house!

Lu Ren's expression turned solemn. His body rapidly shrank as he looked toward the courtyard where that Mid Celestial Immortal had fallen. The sight of the ghost claw suddenly reaching out, seizing the cultivator's ankle, and dragging him inside had been horrifying. In this environment, beneath these auras, even Celestial Immortals could not help drawing a sharp breath.

Lu Ren's eyes flickered. Without the slightest hesitation, he strode toward the courtyard wall. Just as he was about to vault over it, his expression abruptly tightened. A prickling pain, as though countless needles were stabbing every inch of his body, spread through him. It was a sensation he had not experienced in a long time.

He had a premonition that if he dared climb over the wall, something immensely terrifying might happen.

As wisps of black mist gradually multiplied around him, Lu Ren no longer hesitated. He raised his hand and began pounding fiercely