The Blood-Erosion Alligator Dragon flew directly to the eastern district of the city with Su Han, the whistling of the wind slicing past them, as thick fog obscured their vision.
Even though Su Han had a large piece of Ancient Tree Crystal in his hand that could dissipate the fog, the speed of dispersion was far slower than their flying speed.
Su Han sat atop the Blood-Erosion Alligator Dragon, looking at the fog-enshrouded city before him, buildings emerging dimly from the mist, streets shrouded in fog, with only the sounds of monsters continually reaching his ears.
The tide would make the Spiritual Energy richer, and the monsters more frenzied. Once this tide receded, the monsters were likely to become even more dangerous.
And outside South City, the monsters would probably become even more fearsome.
He had to quicken his pace. Only by doing so could he better cope with what was to come.
