"F * ck!"
Tang Hao stood at the entrance of the herb garden and rolled his eyes.
He had already been despised by several prehistoric behemoths in a row. These prehistoric behemoths really regarded him as a weakling.
"I'll chop you up one by one. I'll eat all of you!" Tang Hao mumbled to himself. He tapped the ground with the tip of his foot and headed toward the herb garden.
After entering the medicine garden, the fog was thick all around. All he could see was a vast expanse of white, and he could not see through it.
Even with his spiritual eyes, he could only see a few hundred meters away.
Vaguely, Tang Hao saw a ruined herb garden in front of him. There was a field of herbs inside, but it was a mess. Not a single spirit herb was left, let alone precious herbs.
He walked along a small path and found more herb gardens. They were all in ruins and empty.
