The next moment, Li Yan retreated along the path he had just taken without the slightest hesitation. Dense fog filled his surroundings, while the military camp before him had only been roughly swept by his Divine Sense earlier. He had yet to investigate this place, so naturally, he could not let down his guard.
However, the thing Li Yan feared most had not yet happened. He could still see roughly ten feet ahead, and this had not worsened any further. Otherwise, he would have had to set up a formation on the spot and observe the situation!
As long as he could clearly see the area within ten feet around him, with a cultivator's astonishing memory, Li Yan could use certain landmarks he had noted on his way here as references.
Before long, he should be able to retreat back to that parade ground. Li Yan wanted to find somewhere he had previously visited and see whether the situation there was the same.
This place now resembled a wilderness in the dead of night. Amid the surging fog, the wind had grown much fiercer, and everywhere was filled with that tearing howl of the gale.
The howling wind struck directly at Li Yan's mind, making him feel as though he stood in a ghostly realm, his blurred and lonely figure the only thing between heaven and earth...
Li Yan remained fully alert. His protective barrier was now formed entirely from water-element spiritual power, making the whole barrier pitch-black, without the slightest glimmer in this dark night.
Although he had not used the "Night Concealment" spell, even this alone allowed him to blend into the night amidst the dense fog...
Following his memories of the way he had come, Li Yan slowly began to retreat through the fog. Yet he suffered