After confirming that there was no sign of Dugu Bo in the fog for now, Lin Chen's heart settled a little. He looked up at Mo Yuan beside him, a hint of anticipation in his eyes, and asked softly, "Teacher, can you take me inside?"
Mo Yuan's gaze was dark and intent, fixed on the layers of poison fog ahead that never dispersed all year round. His expression was grave.
"No rush." Mo Yuan shook his head slightly, his voice steady. "Let me try again and see just how thick this poison fog is, and how vicious its poison really is."
With that, Mo Yuan stepped forward, slowly approaching the edge of the poison fog alone.
He did not recklessly charge into the fog. Instead, he stopped outside the safe boundary, and the Flowing Cloud Blade gleamed coldly in his palm once more. Vast, dense soul power poured into the blade, its frigid light sweeping through the air as its sharp aura spilled in every direction.
Without the slightest hesitation, Mo Yuan flicked his wrist repeatedly, sending another few dozen tightly condensed streams of blade energy whistling out.
Compared with his earlier probing strikes, this wave was more concentrated and overbearing, brimming with power. Silver streaks of blade energy tore through the air with sharp whistles, plunging viciously into the thick purple poison fog.
The blade energy ripped through great swaths of the fog's outer layer the instant it entered, briefly opening clear gaps.
But in the next instant, the dense poison fog around them surged back like a tide. In the blink of an eye, the gaps closed completely, as though those fierce attacks had never occurred.
Concentrated poison spread unchecked along the paths of the dispersing blade energy. The intensely corrosive fog made even the air tremble slightly,