Dense fog enveloped the entire Mist Smoke Mountain.
Even the moonlight from above was obscured.
All of a sudden, a chorus of ghostly wails and wolf howls erupted.
A black cloud burst through the dense white fog, bringing with it a strong wind that instantaneously scattered the mist.
"As long as I reach Poison Dragon Pool, I will have a chance to shake off Sun Wuhuan," Chen Mu spared no mana, desperately flying forward.
There were cracks under Poison Dragon Pool that led to the underground water veins.
Once he burrowed underground, relying on his knowledge of the Yin River beneath, he could widen the gap and escape to safety.
As he thought this, Chen Mu suddenly felt a chill down his spine, an immense fear surging into his heart.
Chen Mu immediately turned around.
A snow-white light streaked through the air, arriving in the blink of an eye not far behind him.
Chen Mu's face paled drastically.
Three Yin Slaying Demon!
Hum!
