Who knew how many more of these large flowers were concealed in the poisonous fog, and who knew how much longer this fog would last. Although his spiritual energy was sufficient to maintain Holy Mantle for a long time, in case they launched attacks, it would be difficult to guarantee that no poison would leak through them. He naturally didn’t want to take risks, so the priority was to withdraw from the range of attack of these large flowers.
Right at this moment, Long Haochen had a sudden thought, and an eager voice sounded inside of him.
“Wait a bit.” Long Haochen shouted to the others that were prepared to withdraw, and with a flash of purple, the veined patterns on his forehead appeared once again. Meanwhile, his Holy Mantle spread out to an even larger area.
One Holy Mantle spell from Long Haochen could at least last for ten second in this poisonous fog, and from this one could be seen the gap in spiritual energy.
