Tens of meters away from Mo Wuji’s position, Honest Qi had a sullen look on his face. He had searched the Thunder Fog Forest for three months. Every lightning gorge, lightning lake, lightning jungle, even the hidden vine jungles had been searched by him, but there was no sign of Mo Wuji anywhere.
It was as though Mo Wuji had vanished into thin air after entering Thunder Fog Forest three months ago. He suspected that Mo Wuji had been killed by some strong demonic beast, but yet he believed that Mo Wuji would not meet such an end. This was simply because that guy was too cunning. He swore that if he found Mo Wuji, he would drink every single drop of Mo Wuji’s blood, and not waste a single piece of Mo Wuji’s flesh.
"Rumble...Rumble…" Intense rumbling came from a distance, and Honest Qi had no choice but to leave indignantly.
