"This is the Poison Devil Wasteland?"
Jiang Yi stood on the mummy's shoulder and activated his divine senses to look through the dark mystic realm in front of him. He was beginning to pant as his divine senses scanned the surroundings. For some reason, a chill ran down his spine.
The Poison Devil Wasteland was covered in black and yellow fog. Even sensing this type of fog with his divine senses made Jiang Yi uncomfortable. What's more, he could not seem to look too far past it. Deep in his soul spirit, he felt a life-threatening danger. Without a doubt, this poisonous fog was extremely terrifying. Jiang Yi guessed that he would not even need to get close to it before his physical body and soul spirit would be poisoned.
This poisonous fog was floating around; balls of gas traveled throughout the Poison Devil Wasteland at top speed. They looked almost like phantoms.
