Fang Han did not linger.
After the Wolf King retreated into the thick fog, he put away his sword and stood still, scanning his surroundings with the Qi Observation Art. Only after confirming that the Wolf Pack's auras had receded did he slowly exhale a stale breath.
Three shallow scratches remained on his Treasured Armor. The shriveled remains of the tiger lay at his feet, while the blood of the Giant Wolf Demon he had cleaved in two had already seeped into the soil.
This is bad, Fang Han thought.
Something abnormal had happened in the Transverse Mountains. The fog was growing thicker, reducing visibility to a mere ten feet. Even the Qi Observation Art could barely penetrate a few dozen feet.
In this eerie fog, the smell of blood would attract more demons. If he stayed, wave after wave would set their sights on him.
I have to keep moving with the Clear Breeze Step. I can't stop.
Fang Han returned his sword to his waist, circulated Force Qi throughout his body, and unleashed the Clear Breeze Step, skimming along the ground like a weightless leaf.
It was difficult to find his bearings in the thick fog. Using the Qi Observation Art to guide his way, he spread his senses to their fullest extent, avoiding loose rocks and hidden gullies as he sped onward.
After running for roughly half an incense stick's worth of time, he saw the fog ahead gradually thin.
A few hundred steps farther, the view suddenly opened up.
Fang Han burst out of the thick fog and reached the safe zone on the outskirts of the Transverse Mountains.
Sunlight spilled down through clear air, making this place seem like an entirely different world from the roiling gray-white fog behind him.
Fang Han stopped and looked