"What..."
At the sight, the others, already braced for a formidable foe, stared in surprise. Then they all looked toward Long Xu and Gao Bai, the question in their eyes unmistakable.
Was the Red Mist spying on them, catching their thoughts?
Chen Jiao anxiously formed a Hand Seal and silently recited a Mystic Art. She did not panic; she focused entirely on dispersing the Red Mist. But it remained untouched and instead gathered more densely.
"Something's wrong!" Long Xu was just as puzzled. Of those from Kongtong, he had received the most information, but he had never seen the Red Mist attack anyone with his own eyes. How could he explain it?
After a moment's thought, he turned to Gao Bai.
Brother, you sounded so confident just now, as if you'd seen this all before. Can you explain what's happening?
But when he looked over, he found Gao Bai's brows tightly furrowed.
"This didn't happen before," Gao Bai said when he noticed Long Xu's gaze, making no attempt to hide his uncertainty. "Previously, whenever the Red Mist surged, it seeped through flesh and went straight for Divine Sense and Divine Thought, trying to taint the mind. It never stopped like this." He looked at Chen Jiao, doubt and alarm flickering across his face. "Don't move. I'll clear it away for you!"
With that, he stepped forward twice and thrust out a palm.
Layer upon layer of golden light burst from his hand, split into hundreds of rays, and pierced the Red Mist.
"Thank you for helping her, Junior Brother Gao." Long Xu relaxed a little.
"No need to thank me. I came out here to catch some Red Mist and take it back for study. Even without you, this clump wasn't getting away today!" As he spoke, he reached out