Qing Chen, whom the Condensed Jade Sect, the Eight Serpent Sect, and the other factions were so intent on finding, was following the cinnabar lines on the Beast-Skin Map through the thick fog.
Geomagnetic power stood like an invisible wall; every step felt as though he were treading through thick mud.
Silvery magnetic threads struck the Dragon Robe in Battle Armor with a dense barrage of crackles.
Although its spiritual radiance had dimmed considerably, the mid-grade defensive magic treasure still possessed formidable power.
Qing Chen had long since withdrawn his outwardly released qi and blood, relying solely on the Magnetic Essence Step to weave and leap between the magnetic rocks.
His figure sometimes became a gray blur and sometimes melted into the mist, even more cautious than on his way in.
Earth Dragon Cliff, marked on the map, lay several dozen li away, at a fault where the terrain plunged abruptly.
He proceeded carefully for over an hour, and the closer he drew, the more violent the surrounding geomagnetic power became.
The gold-and-black magnetic sand that had been swirling around him actually began churning out of control, as though something were pulling at it.
Something stirred in Qing Chen's mind, and he condensed a strand of magnetic origin power at his fingertip to probe it.
That pull carried a trace of dominance akin to a dragon's might-something no ordinary magnetic beast could possess.
He recognized it well, for the Dragon Robe in Battle Armor he wore carried a faint trace of dragon might itself.
"Roar!"
A roar that shook the mist into turmoil came from ahead, mingled with the sharp cracks of shattering rock.
Qing Chen quickened his pace and skirted a magnetic rock fissure about a zhang wide, and the view before him suddenly opened up.
At the cliff's