Wu Xia bid farewell to the two, then left Fan Ruoruo's body and returned to his own.
He looked at the colorful fog before him with a complex expression, already aware that it had been set up for him.
The Dark Emperor was purposefully inciting discord between him and the Four Great Divine Beasts, and although Wu Xia knew that continuing to fight this way would cause problems, he had no choice but to fight.
Wu Xia adjusted his mood and stepped into the yellow fog.
If it was necessary to fight, then so be it!
Upon entering the fog, there was neither the expected poison gas nor the sensation of corrosion.
This place was like a painting scroll world, an isolated space.
Although it was already dark outside, here the sun was still shining brightly, the temperature comfortable, with high mountains and flowing waters, the scenery picturesque.
