There was actually a trace of horror on Yang Guo's face as she said this.
As everyone knew, the higher a cultivator's rank, the sharper their sense of danger. When danger approached, they could use their superior divine sense to pinpoint its location and direction.
Just as before this layer of pink mist arrived, they had all had a clear direction and target.
Yet who could have imagined that the pink mist not only obscured their vision and harmed them, but now even prevented their divine sense from penetrating it?
Everyone knew danger lurked beneath the layers of pink mist, yet they still could not distinguish exactly where the mutated demon crows were hiding.
"So was this pink mist created by the demon crows too?"
A hint of uncertainty appeared on Su Jiu's face. They had seen ordinary demon crows and even killed quite a few, but none had displayed such a peculiar ability.
Could the mutated demon crows have developed new potential, beyond changes to their bodies and abilities?
Su Jiu found that rather far-fetched. To her, it seemed more likely that someone had done this deliberately.
She did not deny that the high-rank magic beasts they were encountering now had all developed consciousness of their own. They knew how to seek advantage and avoid harm, and could engage in simple thought. But accomplishing something on this scale was still impossible for them.
"No." Chu Luohen's distinctively cool voice spoke before Su Jiu could, but he offered no further explanation. Clearly, his thoughts differed little from hers.
Su Jiu raised her head to glance at Chu Luohen, only to find that her Junior Granduncle was looking at her too. Their eyes met before either could prepare for it.
Surprise flashed through Su Jiu's eyes, while Chu Luohen casually shifted