Yi Chen raised his head, looking at the grey ribbon-like mist drifting down from the iron curtain. His fingertip lightly tapped, and a wisp of light purple Pure Yang Inner Qi rose to meet the peculiar mist.
Hisss!
A sour, grating sound ensued.
The mist evaporated instantly.
Seeing this, Yi Chen's expression immediately changed.
He felt his Pure Yang Inner Qi being neutralized.
It was just an insignificant amount.
But what if this ribbon-like mist kept falling down? Under such a diminishing situation, they truly might not survive here.
Moreover, his Pure Yang surge state could only last for ten minutes, followed by a twelve-hour period of weakness.
The white-haired elder looked at the four people trapped under the iron curtain, revealing a smile mixed with both pleasure and hatred.
It cackled, "Fog Ghost, Mud Tendril, be gentle with that abbess, leave her alive—I want to personally torture her."
