Old Man Clearcloud and the Silversand Cavalier looked at each other with conflicted expressions. It was obvious that their worries hadn't been alleviated.
According to the young man, Sir Miao was just a small fry. Even the Veranda master might not be the final mastermind.
This meant that no one who entered Cloudshatter Mountain today could escape.
If a small fry was already so terrifying, then the mastermind behind the scenes was unimaginably terrifying.
"Just what kind of Divine Power is that demonic cloud? I feel like my consciousness will waver when I approach it. The blood and qi in my body feel very uncomfortable and suffocating."
"It's a long story. Now's not the time to talk about it. You just need to remember not to be hit by the demonic cloud. Protect your consciousness as much as you can. The demonic cloud is one of the most invasive tribes among the demon race." Jiang Chen had some understanding of the demonic cloud.
