After a long while, Shen Luo and the others had already flown several hundred li.
The fog ahead gradually thinned. With another burst of speed, they finally shot out of the dense mist.
All the fog ahead vanished, and their view suddenly opened up as they returned to a broad expanse of water.
Nearly a hundred li away, they could vaguely see an ancient ginkgo tree several hundred, perhaps nearly a thousand zhang tall. Its branches were lush with leaves, as though countless golden leaves hung from it, reflecting dazzling golden light beneath the sun.
"We're out! We found it..." Yuan Yuan cried excitedly.
Wuman'er, who had still been meditating with her eyes closed, slowly opened them. The color had returned to her face. Looking at the majestic golden ancient tree, excitement flashed in her eyes as well.
Though Shen Luo was pleased, he remained vigilant. The closer they drew to the ancient tree, the more cautious he became.
Yet when they approached within several hundred zhang, Shen Luo suddenly frowned.
"Something's wrong. Why can't I see the Magic Formation that great demon set up? I can't even sense the slightest trace of it." He stopped the flying boat and asked in confusion.
"Could it have been hidden?" Wuman'er asked.
"When I fled the clan grounds before, I saw it from afar. The Magic Formation consisted of more than ten snow-white pillars, but I really can't see them now," Yuan Yuan added.
Damn it...
Shen Luo silently cursed. Clearly, the Illusory Fog was far more formidable than they had imagined.
Before he could finish speaking, a clap of thunder suddenly rang out in the sky.
Rumble!
It was as if the entire heavens had trembled. The clear sky abruptly filled with dark clouds.
White lightning flickered within the thick clouds,