```
"The road is gone." Li Yan spread his hands, "You're too late."
"You stuffed something in there," Wushan walked towards Li Yan.
"Nothing important."
Wushan kept moving forward.
Li Yan frowned, "Is that necessary?"
As soon as Li Yan finished speaking, the hands of Wushan in front of him were entangled with a silk-like, smooth colorful radiance; his entire being turned into a streak of light and dashed towards himself.
The streak of light broke through the water curtain, kicking up a large spray of water.
Their eight arms collided. Arms wrapped in lava-like, fiery red fists evaporated the scattered water vapor.
Wushan's nose twitched slightly, a burning pain surged through his respiratory tract.
The mist was poisonous?
With a thought, he wrapped his head in a cobalt blue light only leaving a pair of sharp eyes exposed.
Dragon Mist and the colorful light wrestled around the two figures like an entangled eggshell.
