In the land of Southern Country, perpetually shrouded in toxic fog, a thrilling and fierce battle was quietly unfolding. Chuxuan, a young cultivator with a towering figure, deep eyes, and an indomitable gaze, was currently facing an unprecedentedly powerful pressure. Opposite him, Huandu Qingtian's aura was surging and rising like a turbulent tide, its majestic force seeming as though it would tear the very heavens and earth apart. Guided by his aura, the toxic fog rapidly converged, wrapping tightly around Chuxuan like a pack of summoned demons baring their fangs and brandishing their claws.
Though Chuxuan, trapped within the heavy encirclement of the toxic fog, was able to temporarily resist its erosion by virtue of his unique cultivation method, he could still clearly feel that his strength was suppressed by this fog like a caged bird unable to stretch its wings. Every breath felt like fighting against an invisible force; that sense of suppression weighed heavily on his heart like a massive boulder, making his movements increasingly difficult.
Just at that moment, a soft and weak voice came from behind Chuxuan, piercing the heavy atmosphere like a breeze of fresh air. Chuxuan jerked his head around, his gaze instantly locking onto Tushan Honghong. Her face, originally so captivating and full of heroic spirit, now appeared somewhat pale and frail. Her once bright and vibrant eyes had lost some of their luster, and her figure swayed slightly as if a mere puff of wind could…
Chapter 327