Of course, Huo Yuhao was no philanthropist. Everything he did was meant to give him more leverage against God King Tang San.
Whether he united the Soul Beast Clan and the Dragon Clan, stripped away Tang San's power of faith through public opinion warfare, or conducted advanced soul guidance technology research, it was all preparation for the eventual battle against Shrek Academy, the Tang Sect, and God King Tang in the Divine Realm.
After walking a little farther, a light flashed in Huo Yuhao's eyes. He clearly saw fine particles drifting through the air. They were faintly white and sparse, yet remained steadily suspended.
This was a forest, after all. Its air should have been much cleaner than the air outside. Such fine particles clearly should not have appeared under normal circumstances.
A thought stirred in Huo Yuhao's mind. With a beat of the flaming wings on his back, he soared several hundred meters into the air. When he looked down, however, he noticed something different.
Sunset Forest looked peaceful, but a faint veil of mist seemed to drift among the trees. It gradually thinned and vanished in the direction Huo Yuhao had come from, while growing increasingly dense farther ahead.
In the distance, it looked as though a cloud had fallen into the woods, obscuring even the vegetation. Nor was this cloud merely white; farther away, several other colors appeared.
"Hmm, it seems to be miasma," Yao Lao said within the Sea of Consciousness. "Miasma is generally a poisonous gas that gradually forms when dead plants and animals are left to rot without being cleared away or dispersed by wind and rain. Different kinds vary in toxicity. Mild cases cause dizziness, blurred vision, vomiting, and diarrhea, while severe cases can be fatal."
"But I've never seen miasma on such