One month later, Shi Yan entered the Dark Magnetic Noxious Mist again, where no heaven and earth powers existed, and darkness covered the place year round.
He saw the familiar scenes and the unchanged magnetic field in the exotic land. Nothing in this place conformed to common sense. Islands and mountain ranges were floating in the air, moving slowly in certain trajectories.
He’d been there once before, so he understood the situation. Thus, he didn't panic.
After he had identified the correct direction, he flew towards the East of the Dark Magnetic Noxious Mist, with a speed that was neither fast nor slow.
The War Devil, the Ghost Hunter, and the Holy Spirit God in its white bone clone were dormant inside the Blood Vein Ring, not having even a beam of vitality.
