The cultivator earlier had not been wrong. Through the Dao Spirit Explosion Method, the spread of the evil mist had indeed been temporarily slowed.
But after barely twenty-odd breaths, as more mist flowed in to replenish it, the evil mist once again came howling toward the mountain pass.
When the fleeing cultivator reached the mountain pass and saw the line of commoners still continuously escaping, a brief struggle passed over him before determination rose in his eyes.
He took out a jade slip and recorded the situation here within it. Then, after injecting a strand of spiritual power into it, he sent it flying toward the distant heavens.
After that, he came before the mountain pass and charged alone into the evil mist.
He possessed cultivation at the Twelfth Floor of Qi Gathering and was already very close to Essence Condensation. If he escaped this time, he might achieve the Essence Condensation Realm within a month.
Yet faced with the present situation, he resolutely made his choice.
Because he had stepped forward, the evil mist's spread met immense resistance at the mountain pass.
Two hours later, the last batch of commoners had also escaped beyond the mountain.
Within the evil mist at the pass, the Blood Corpses slain by this cultivator had already piled into a towering wall, completely blocking the path through the pass.
Covered from head to toe in blood, he stood atop the wall of corpses and stared fixedly at a phantom figure drawing closer in the distance.
"Is he here? Could it be that Senior Brother Guo... truly lost?"
The Senior Brother Guo he spoke of was the northeastern prodigy on this expedition.
Although this man ranked only near the end of the sixth page of the list, he was still a cut above ordinary genius