Several dozen breaths later, Li Yan stood amid the dense fog, his expression turning ugly. He had already set down four arrays in succession, yet all of them had been useless.
Even when he arranged an array suspended in the air, trying to leave the ground and cut himself off from the dense fog rising from it, as long as he and the array remained within this fog, the mist could emerge from any point in space.
His method simply could not achieve complete isolation. It was as though this dense fog was part of the space here itself; only by leaving this place entirely could he avoid its assault.
Looking at the talisman membrane on his body, which had thinned considerably again in merely several dozen breaths, Li Yan knew this could not continue.
He had quite a few talismans of this kind on him, as well as other similar talismans, but they were being consumed far too quickly.
His most optimistic estimate was that the dense fog might vanish after dawn. But perhaps this bizarre phenomenon was itself a restriction variation of the array.
Once this restriction sensed the appearance of living beings, perhaps dawn would not come here until it had killed the few of them.
Taking ten thousand steps back, even if things were as he had guessed and the fog vanished at dawn, night had only just fallen. There was still a long time until daybreak.
Even all the talismans on him combined might not last through midnight. Yet Li Yan happened to possess no magic treasure capable of withstanding Baleful Intent.
Although Li Yan had prepared rather thoroughly, he had not anticipated such bizarre Baleful Intent. Most of his preparations had merely been transitional measures for dealing with danger.
"I can't stay here any