With the shelter of the mist gone, billowing green smoke poured from the monster's gaping mouth, and its swallowing action halted abruptly. It struggled to turn its body, seemingly trying to escape the fog-free zone, but its enormous size was a colossal disadvantage at this moment. As it writhed and inched underground, shedding its smoldering, rotten skin, the retreat of the mist was much faster than its slithering. After several minutes of desperate struggle, it stopped moving, becoming a piece of dead flesh embedded in rocks and earth.
"Are you all right?"
Ailuodi had also arrived beside Chaoyang, grabbing him to prevent him from falling into the fissured earth.
"I'm okay." Chaoyang kept the wishing power flowing and glanced down in his spare moment.
