"Is this place marked as extremely high risk because of this Fog Demon?"
Xiao Yi frowned as he looked at the Fog Demon ahead.
Swoosh...
The Fog Demon suddenly vanished from its spot.
When it reappeared, it had transformed into a twisted dense fog, hovering above Xiao Yi's head.
The blood-red scythe in its hand slashed downward.
"So quick." Xiao Yi's pupils contracted.
With a flick of his hand, he blocked it with Blizzard Sword.
Clang... a deafening clang resounded.
Xiao Yi was blown back a hundred meters, spitting out a mouthful of bitter blood.
"Heavenly Extreme Sixth Layer strength."
Swoosh... swoosh... swoosh...
Within the dense fog, the Fog Demon's ghost-like body shuttled through.
"Heh heh heh heh."
Chilling laughter echoed in the air.
"Kid, now do you really understand what exists in the Mist Dangerous Land?"
"This Fog Demon has existed for tens of thousands of years at the very least."
"Its spiritual intelligence was born over a thousand years ago."
