Just as Li Xuan was on his way to the market, Fumo Zhonglangjiang Lei Zhen was standing at the entrance of an alley on the north side of the Capital City, his expression icy cold.
In front of him, deep in the alley, was a rapidly moving, dense, black fog.
From within the black fog, there came the sound of what seemed like galloping hooves, not only fast like a drumbeat, but each sound was like a thunderclap, stirring up the spirits of heaven and earth, causing people's eardrums to burst and the ground to shake slightly.
At the same time, there came a few urgent and panicked shouts from the distance.
"Stop him, don't let him escape."
"This way leads to Yushi Alley, who's over there?"
"It's Zhonglangjiang Lei, who cultivated the Sinking Mountains Technique, he should be able to stop him."
"Not necessarily! Zhonglangjiang Ji and the two Xiaowei were just knocked off by that beast."
